Jensen McRae - White Boy lyrics

[Jensen McRae - White Boy lyrics]

Now my hair smells like smoke
Something's burning
I don’t know what it is
I won't laugh
At your dumbass jokes
White boy
I don't owe you anything
I am learning not to sing for you
The cage is not Maya Angelou’s
White boy

But you've still got a grip on me
Sword to hilt, hand to God
Bring me to my knees
If I stand down, if I bleed
If I am what you ask me to be
White boy
What will you make of me?

Passion play, almost biblical
White girl arrives, I turn invisible
I don't like who I am to you
White boy
Trance state, you're hypnotic
Twirl my hair
Watch my voice jump the octave
I don't like who I am for you
White boy

But you've still got a grip on me
Sword to hilt, hand to God
Bring me to my knees
If I stand down, if I bleed
If I am what you ask me to be
White boy
What will you make of me?

But you've still got a grip on me
Sword to hilt, hand to God
Bring me to my knees
If I stand down, if I bleed
If I am what you ask me to be
White boy
What will you make of me?

What will you make of me?
What will you make of me?

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