And yo whatever comes up comes out We don't put our hands over our mouth And whatever comes up comes out We don't put our hands over our mouth Whatever comes up comes out Please mister bass-man lay it on me
Ayo, Dependin on the day, and dependin on what I ate I'm anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds over weight I got red eyes and one of them's lazy and they both squint when the sun shines so I look crazy I'm albino man, I know I'm pink and pale And I'm hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails I shave a cranium that ain't quite shaped right Face tight, shiny, I stay up and write late nights My wardrobe is jeans and faded shirts A mixture of what I like, and what I wear to work I'm not mean and got a neck full of razor bumps I'm not the classic profile of what the ladies want You might think I'm depressed as can be But when I look in the mirror I see sexy ass me And if that's somethin that you cant respect then that's peace My life's better without you actually To everyone out there, who's a little different I say damn a magazine, these are gods fingerprints You can call me ugly but cant take nothing from me I am what I am doctor you ain't gotta love me
If you would please turn in your bible To beauty tips according to Forest Whitiker In the third chapter of the third line Brother Ali would you please read to the choir for me son
I'ma be all right, you ain't gotta be my friend tonight (you ain't gotta love me) An I'ma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta love me) (x3)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
