When I was four years old, they tried to test my I.Q. They showed me a picture of 3 oranges and a pear They said, "Which one is different? It does not
I will lean into you, you can be the wind I will open my mouth and you can come rushing in You can rush in so hard and make it so I can't breath, I breath
You gotta have the right tools For every job so I invite myself in Through a hole in the fence I am tripping through the junkyard Scanning over the piles
I'm not hurting anyone I'm just telling my truth And if there If there is something wrong Then maybe There's something wrong with you What's the big
I saw on the poster My name was printed Just a little bit smaller I can see you need to stand Just a little bit taller No one ever talks about it But
My lipstick jumped ship to a styrofoam cup With the coffee gone the conversation strong All I got left to give, baby, is up But sentiments like shadows
State trooper thinks I drive too fast Pulled me over to tell me so I say out here on the prarie Any speed is too slow I miss Brooklyn, I miss my crew
Sitting in the boardroom The 'I'm-so-bored' room Listening to the suits Talk about their world They can make straight lines Out of almost anything Except
The windows of my soul Are made of one way glass Don't bother looking into my eyes Something you want to know Just ask, I got a dead bolt stroll Where
funny, yeah, I kind of enjoy it If you're gonna do it, overdo it That's how you know you're alive Go ahead, take yourself a coma nap Take a Puddle Dive
I know so many white people I mean, where do I start? The trouble with white people Is you can't tell them apart I'm so bad with names And dates and
How come I can pick my ears but not my nose Who made up that rule anyway How can you say that's the way it is That's just the way it goes, why don't you
You gotta have the right tools For every job So I invite myself in Through a hole in the fence I am tripping through the junkyard Scanning over the piles
I will lean into you And you can be the wind I will open up my mouth And you can come rushing in You can rush in so hard And make it so I can't breathe
My lipstick Jumped ship To a styrofoam cup With the coffee gone The conversation strong All I got left to give Baby, is up But sentiments like shadows
Sitting in the boardroom The I'm-so-bored room Listening to the suits Talk about their world They can make straight lines Out of almost anything Except
I saw on the poster My name was printed Just a little bit smaller I can tell you need to stand Just a little bit taller No one ever talks about it But
