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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, Dependin on the day, and dependin on what I ate |
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I'm anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds over weight |
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I got red eyes and one of them'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 tight, 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 not mean 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 are gods 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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[Spoken] |
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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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[Sung 3X] |
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I'ma be all right, you ain't gotta be my friend tonight (you ain't gotta love me) |
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An I'ma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta love me) |
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Forest Whitiker y'all |
