One. Im tripping literally, I should be dishwashing cause I got bowlegged knees and often they be crossing Go ahead and ask my bosses They'll tell you that Im clumsy I'll probably fall into your fist So you dont have to punch me.
Two. I'm Vegetarian So I don't want no beef You floss expensive Jewelry I floss my crooked teeth I sing in church choir My daddy is a Reverend I tried to be a gansta But my curfew was eleven
Three. I drice my Vespa through the streets and wear my helmet proud I do my homework every night Then come to this rowdy crowd I signed a full on battle, Filled in all the basics But when they saw it was me They put me on the waiting list
Four. I run from bullies in the streets I don't know how to fight I don't throw lefts or rights I just slap, sprint and write Im skinny all scrawny arms and a tiny chest Shoot I could hide behind that pole if i just hold my breath
Five. My apron look like a drees I could twirl around like a pretty princess I'm not a busboy I'm a waitress But i can't get the drink right, Taste Test
Let me find whose around, Those your guests My hand got sweaty and I lost my grip My shoes don't fit, They hand me down From the salvation army right Down-Town
When I walk into the room the lights go down Im so ugly mom won't hug me And thats to tell you about it I'm beating myself something you couldn't do
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