Brother Ali - Forest Whitiker Lyrics
Forest Whitiker LyricsAnd yo whatever comes up comes outWe don't put our hands over our mouthAnd whatever comes up comes outWe don't put our hands over our mouthWhatever comes up comes outPlease mister bass-man lay it on meAyo, Dependin on the day, and dependin on what I ateI'm anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds over weightI got red eyes and one of them's lazyand they both squint when the sun shines so I look crazyI'm albino man, I know I'm pink and paleAnd I'm hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernailsI shave a cranium that ain't quite shaped rightFace tight, shiny, I stay up and write late nightsMy wardrobe is jeans and faded shirtsA mixture of what I like, and what I wear to workI'm not mean and got a neck full of razor bumpsI'm not the classic profile of what the ladies wantYou might think I'm depressed as can beBut when I look in the mirror I see sexy ass meAnd if that's somethin that you cant respect then that's peaceMy life's better without you actuallyTo everyone out there, who's a little differentI say damn a magazine, these are gods fingerprintsYou can call me ugly but cant take nothing from meI am what I am doctor you ain't gotta love me(spoken)If you would please turn in your bibleTo beauty tips according to Forest WhitikerIn the third chapter of the third lineBrother Ali would you please read to the choir for me sonI'ma be all right, you ain't gotta be my friend tonight (you ain't gotta love me)An I'ma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta love me) x3Forest Whitiker y'all
