White Boy

Now my hair smells like smoke
 Something's burning, I don't know what it is
 I won't laugh at your dumbass jokes
 White boy
 I don't owe you anything
 I am learning not to sing for you
 The cage is not Maya Angelou's
 White boy
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 But you've still got a grip on me
 Sword to hilt
 Hand to God bring me to my knees
 If I stand down, if I bleed
 If I am what you ask me to be
 White boy, what will you make of me?
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 Passion player
 Almost biblical
 White girl arrives
 I turn invisible
 I don't like who I am to you
 White boy
 
 Trance state, you're hypnotic
 Twirl my hair, watch my voice jump the octave
 I don't like who I am for you
 White boy
 But you've still got a grip on me
 Sword to hilt
 Hand to God bring me to my knees
 If I stand down, if I bleed
 If I am what you ask me to be
 White boy, what will you make of me?
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 But you've still got a grip on me
 Sword to hilt
 Hand to God bring me to my knees
 If I stand down, if I bleed
 If I am what you ask me to be
 White boy, what will you make of me?
 What will you make of me?
 What will you make of me?