Brother Ali - Forest Whitiker lyrics
[Brother Ali - Forest Whitiker lyrics]
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, depending on the day
And depending on what I ate
I'm anywhere from twenty to
Thirty-five 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 knock-kneed 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 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'mma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight
(You ain't gotta love me) an I'mma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway
(You ain't gotta love me)
I'mma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight
(You ain't gotta love me) an I'mma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway
(You ain't gotta love me)
I'mma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight
(You ain't gotta love me) an I'mma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway
(You ain't gotta love me)
It's Forest Whitiker y'all
Forest Witiker y'all
"Goddamn that boy can sing!"
"You must be crazy" "He good!"
"You must be crazy"
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, depending on the day
And depending on what I ate
I'm anywhere from twenty to
Thirty-five 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 knock-kneed 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 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'mma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight
(You ain't gotta love me) an I'mma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway
(You ain't gotta love me)
I'mma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight
(You ain't gotta love me) an I'mma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway
(You ain't gotta love me)
I'mma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight
(You ain't gotta love me) an I'mma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway
(You ain't gotta love me)
It's Forest Whitiker y'all
Forest Witiker y'all
"Goddamn that boy can sing!"
"You must be crazy" "He good!"
"You must be crazy"