Forest Whitiker

Forest Whitaker 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 bass-man lay it on me

Ayo, Dependin on the day, and dependin on what I ate

I'm anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds over weight

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 tight, 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 cant 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 are gods fingerprints

You can call me ugly but cant 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 Whitiker

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)

Forest Whitaker y'all