forest Whit IK而

And, yo, whatever comes up comes out.
We dont put our hands over our mouth.
And whatever comes up comes out.
We dont 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,
Im anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds overweight.
I got red eyes, and one of 'ems lazy,
and they both squint when the sun shines so I look crazy.
Im albino man, I know Im pink and pale,
And Im hairy as hell , everywhere but fingernails.
I shave a cranium that aint 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.
Im not mean and got a neck full of razor bumps.
Im not the classic profile of what the ladies want.
You might think Im depressed as can be,
But when I look in the mirror I see sexy-ass me.
And if thats somethin that you cant respect then thats peace.
My lifes better without you actually.
To everyone out there, whos a little different,
I say, 'damn a magazine, these is Gods fingerprints.
You can call me ugly but cant take nothin from me.
I am what I am, doctor, you aint 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?
Ima be all right, you aint gotta be my friend tonight (you aint gotta love me).
An Ima be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you aint gotta love me).
Ima be all right, you aint gotta be my friend tonight (you aint gotta love me).
An Ima be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you aint gotta love me).
Ima be all right, you aint gotta be my friend tonight (you aint gotta love me).
An Ima be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you aint gotta love me).
Forest Whitiker yall.
Forest Whitiker yall.