Forest Whitiker

[Intro] 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) [Verse] 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 [Interlude] 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 [Hook] 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) [Outro] 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."