Brother Ali - Forest Whitiker lyrics

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 ba**-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 cla**ic profile of what the ladies want. You might think I'm depressed as can be, But when I look in the mirror I see s**y-a** 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 nothin' 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). An' 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). An' 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). An' I'ma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta love me). Forest Whitiker y'all. Forest Whitiker y'all.