Forest Whitiker Lyrics
| Song | Forest Whitiker |
| Artist | Brother Ali |
| Album | Shadows On The Sun |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ant, Brother Ali | |
| 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. | |
| Hey, yo, dependin' on the day, and dependin' on what I ate, | |
| I'm anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds overweight. | |
| I got red eyes, and one of ‘em'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 type: 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 can't 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 is God's fingerprints. | |
| You can call me ugly but can't take nothin' 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 Whitaker. | |
| 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). | |
| 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). | |
| 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). | |
| Forest Whitiker y'all. | |
| Forest Whitiker y'all. |
| zuo qu : Ant, Brother Ali | |
| 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 bassman lay it on me. | |
| Hey, yo, dependin' on the day, and dependin' on what I ate, | |
| I' m anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds overweight. | |
| I got red eyes, and one of ' em' 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 type: 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 sexyass me. | |
| And if that' s somethin' that you can' t 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 is God' s fingerprints. | |
| You can call me ugly but can' t take nothin' 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 Whitaker. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| Forest Whitiker y' all. | |
| Forest Whitiker y' all. |
| zuò qǔ : Ant, Brother Ali | |
| 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 bassman lay it on me. | |
| Hey, yo, dependin' on the day, and dependin' on what I ate, | |
| I' m anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds overweight. | |
| I got red eyes, and one of ' em' 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 type: 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 sexyass me. | |
| And if that' s somethin' that you can' t 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 is God' s fingerprints. | |
| You can call me ugly but can' t take nothin' 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 Whitaker. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| Forest Whitiker y' all. | |
| Forest Whitiker y' all. |
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