Lyrics

He's a dime store Baxter, such a disaster
He's a dime store Baxter, such a disaster
He's a dime store Baxter, such a disaster
He's a dime store Baxter, such a disaster

He's got no couth, he's got no class

My accent's not refined
And my jaw's pretty slack
I live in a basement, I live all alone
It's not so bad, I call it my home
I drive an old Accord, it's what I can afford
It's all cool, my feet are my tool

They scoot him around, all over town
He's a dime store Baxter, such a disaster

I'm less of a hipster and more of a hickster
No Aylesbury, no posh school for me
Edgewood, Oakland and EHS
Only the best for Saul Michael Vest

I got no game but I do what I can
Just a dime store Baxter but a helluva man
Dime store Baxter
He's dime store Baxter (such a disaster)
I got no game but I do what I can
Just a dime store Baxter but a helluva man

My Mommy used to make the TV screens
Then I grew up and I filled them with my "dreams"
My Daddies weren't no stars — hell, one went to jail
The other made war machines and sent out the mail
I guess what I'm sayin', I guess what you're seein'
My Daddy's just a dime store Ian

Classsssslessssssssss no! I am not chic!

I got no game but I do what I can
Just a dime store Baxter but a helluva man
Dime store Baxter, he's a dime store Baxter
I got no game but I do what I can
Just a dime store Baxter but a helluva man

My Mommy used to make the TV screens
Then I grew up and I filled them with my "dreams"