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Forrest Whitaker

アーティスト:Brother Ali  アルバム:Shadows On The Sun 

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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. Hey, yo, dependin' on the day, and dependin' on what I ate, I'm anywhere from 20 to 35 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 not mean 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


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