I'm That Guy

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When I started out in my momma's basement
 Not a single soul was paying me any mind
 High school bad grades, I was a patient and I thought 9th grade was a waste of my time
 Ball is life, my summer vacation
 Had jump soles, they were one of a kind
 Around a bunch of Crip dudes the only Caucasian in that location but they love when I rhyme
 Product of the environment that I always be in
 Even though by bloodline be of Eastern European
 Descent, even girls want to see him
 I could ball, I could rap, I'm a fly human being
 Everybody wanna be him
 Everybody wanna, everybody wanna, everybody wanna act like I don't fit in
 Like I am not him like
 Like I'm not on a more, carnival things like
 No time to pretend like
 I care what your friends like
 I care what the ends like
 I care for the insight
 And how to entice my people not to escape
 I'd been doing the same thing, I could trace it back to like 8
 And I could be getting so caught up in the future, I'm like "wait"
 Maybe I should be living more in the moment or maybe I should be more late
 Maybe I'll be more great, hey
 My pants are tight, my shoes are clean
 My hair is weird, I'm drinking tea
 I like it green, little [?] mate
 My [?] could be the next [?]
 Beleaf, Kendrick and I are now herbal life
 I want to lose wait like even more
 I don't really know what the meals are for
 Wish I could live off of the Word of life
 Maybe I ain't heard Him right
 Yup, I'm that guy
 Yup, I'm that guy
 Who acknowledges my white privilege but frequently takes advantage of it
 I'm just starting to understand it a bit
 I'm the white guy who plays basketball better than acoustic guitar
 Matter of fact I have no idea how to play the acoustic guitar
 I'm that guy who hates hiking, camping and off-roading
 But I love trail mix and granola
 I'm the type of white guy who prefers Martin and Living Color over Friends and How I Met Your Mother
 And I'm still trying to figure out who Journey is
 But I can't get this Yung Thug song out of my head
 I'm that guy who'd be crucified by backpack rappers for all the commercial songs in my head
 I'm the type of white guy who loves fried chicken as long as it's gluten free, organic and grass fed
 I'm a hybrid who's mutant free
 Yup, I'm that guy
 Yup, I'm that guy
 Yup, I'm that guy
 So I tend to sit in a unique spot
 This ain't hard, I gotta ease drop
 Hands up, I never want to be dropped
 I'm really hoping you get to meet God
 I really hope that we get to speak more
 I'm really hoping that I don't become Eeyore
 'Cuz life ain't fair by the seashore
 But I got me feet up at my leisure
 They keep wanting to box me in with no oxygen
 And that's fine 'cause what ever they project on me, I'll prolly become the opposite, see
 I'm that white guy that talks about police brutality on my timeline
 Like, oh I'm sorry did I kill your vibe
 At least your still alive
 Is it okay if I share my mind
 No really, is it okay if I share my mind then
 The American dream for me may be my nightmare
 Cash in on my white privilege
 401k to the limit
 Picture perfect family with 2.5 kids and so much debt I ain't even paid the dog off yet
 Minimize living life with any risk for the sake of comfort food
 30 hours of TV a week and Sunday's filled with fantasy football leagues, my
 Nubian wife may be out of your expectation for me, my
 Mixed kids just made your brain explode, my
 Black friends hurt my white credibility so you should be uncomfortable saying black jokes in my presence

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Duration
04:21
Key
7
Tempo
136 BPM

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