| And yo, whatever comes up comes out
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| We don’t put our hands over our mouth
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| And whatever comes up comes out
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| We don’t put our hands over our mouth
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| Whatever comes up comes out
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| (Please mister bass-man lay it on me)
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| Ayo, depending on the day, and depending on what I ate
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| I’m anywhere from twenty to thirty-five pounds overweight
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| I got red eyes, and one of 'em's lazy
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| And they both squint when the sun shines, so I look crazy
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| I’m albino man, I know I’m pink and pale
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| And I’m hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails
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| I shave a cranium that ain’t quite shaped right
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| Face type: shiny, I stay up and write late nights
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| My wardrobe is jeans and faded shirts
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| A mixture of what I like, and what I wear to work
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| I’m knock-kneed and got a neck full of razor bumps
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| I’m not the classic profile of what the ladies want
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| You might think I’m depressed as can be
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| But when I look in the mirror, I see sexy ass me
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| And if that’s somethin' that you can’t respect then that’s peace
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| My life’s better without you actually
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| To everyone out there, who’s a little different
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| I say damn a magazine, these is God’s fingerprints
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| You can call me ugly but can’t take nothing from me
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| I am what I am doctor you ain’t gotta love me
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| If you would please turn in your bible
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| To beauty tips according to Forest Whitiker
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| In the third chapter of the third line
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| Brother Ali would you please read to the choir for me son
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| I’mma be all right, you ain’t gotta be my friend tonight
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| (You ain’t gotta love me)
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| An I’mma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway
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| (You ain’t gotta love me)
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| I’mma be all right, you ain’t gotta be my friend tonight
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| (You ain’t gotta love me)
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| An I’mma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway
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| (You ain’t gotta love me)
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| I’mma be all right, you ain’t gotta be my friend tonight
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| (You ain’t gotta love me)
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| An I’mma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway
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| (You ain’t gotta love me)
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| It’s Forest Whitiker y’all
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| Forest Witiker y’all
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| «Goddamn that boy can sing!»
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| «You must be crazy.»
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| «He good!»
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| «You must be crazy.» |