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Forest Whitiker
by Brother Ali

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
I like that
One more time, give it to me
This real shit right here
I'm beautiful

Ayo, dependin' on the day, and dependin' on what I ate
I'm anywhere from twenty to thirty-five pounds overweight
I got red eyes and one of them'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 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

If you would please turn in your Bible
To beauty tips according to Forest Whitaker
In the third chapter of the third line
Brother Ali, would you please read to the choir for me, son

I'ma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight (you ain't gotta love me)
And I'ma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta love me)
I'ma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight (you ain't gotta love me)
And I'ma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta love me)
And I'ma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight (you ain't gotta love me)
And I'ma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta love me)

Forest Whitiker y'all
Forest Whitiker y'all

(Goddamn, that boy can sing)
(You must be crazy)
(He good)
(You must be crazy)

Lyrics © NAFSIN WAHEEDAH MUSIC
Written by: Ali Douglas Newman, Anthony Jerome Davis

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