Ant - 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 ba**-man lay it on me) 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 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 nothing from me I am what I am doctor you ain't gotta love me [Spoken] 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 [Hook](x3) I'mma be all right, you ain't gotta be my friend tonight (you ain't gotta love me) An I'mma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta love me) Forest Whitiker y'all "Goddamn that boy can sing!" "You must be crazy." "He good!" "You must be crazy."