Lyrics:
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
up on Jump Street, from jump street
But if I had just get my head out my a-
I could accomplish any task
Practicing trash talking in a trance
Locked
of knowing where
You might have been, time goes by.
All on my own I imagine you
A life in between, all own my own.
Wrote a long letter but it never made
of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
It's pretty cute the way she tucks me in at dawn
And how I pray that I never should sin again
Uh oh
Here it comes
It's goin over my head
It's
the weather
You grow up, grow old or hit the road 'round here
So I drive, watching white lines passing by
With my plastic dashboard Jesus, waiting there
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
"A" is for "Apple"
"B" is for "Balloons"
"C" is for "Crayons"
"D" is for "Drum"
Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell
One thousand
you just a worker and your boss is my man
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
And start again
I can sit here, in the back half of my life
And wonder when the other shoe will fall
Or I can stand up, point myself home
And see if I've
on the bottom
Me on top
These days it's like a tomb
Amid in the stacks of gloom
Looking out the window
In the downstairs room
And the time goes by
And the time
surprise her
I can always depend on my great equalizer, yeah
I wanna grind, and grind
And grind, and grind
I kissed you once but will I kiss you again?
Be
color is red, like the blood shed
In Kurt Cobain's head when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin' at my shish-kabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her
Your problems by becoming rich)
Shit, aye bruh wussup?
See that white van parked outside
The trap over there? Fuck
Fools look like jump out fuck that is?
head already goes to worst case scenario
Though in the first place (ah, fuck)
But you confirmed my low-end theory, though
Should've known when I made
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
goes round like a roundabout
Whistles and sings
Darker than darkest night
Sweeter than spring
My mind expands to a great degree
A feeling that must be
the sun goes down
And we're on the road again
Those white lines running down the highway
Slowly reeling us in
With the radio on
Singing to the sweet
Come with me
To the bright white flame
That you knew by name
And you will again
Take my hand
We're getting out of here
No more time for tears
Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care
My enemies crack corn, but I don't care
You can be black, white or albino, yeah
You can have cornrows
too
And while the sun goes down
The world goes by
White dove
Fly with the wind
Take our hope under your wings
For the world to know
That
We were white and they were black
And our lives
They were divided by the railroad tracks
But we'd meet up every mornin'
At that river bend
It's where
and reed in my hand
And wherever I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again
I'm a hand weaver to my trade
I fell in love with a factory maid
And if I could but
the morning I'm yawning at noon is when I wake up
Make up my bed break up the bread and said
Scratching my head why am I so damn intimidating?
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