Funk White

I might be a bit lost
Crazy and aimless
But I love funk, I’ve got that beat
You don’t get what I’m saying, man
Wrapped up and bare, I speak my mind
I know the issue
Lack of pigmentation
My white voice sounds like it’s from another race
No prejudice, I go where I want

We’re always
Thinking about things, right?
Living life, and suddenly we
Meet the people
We need to drive
The thing we want to do
Suddenly we come together
Everyone united
Knowing that unity is sweet
And also strength
Because what we need is a lot
To rise in this life, my God

I might be a bit lost
Crazy and aimless
But I love funk, I’ve got that beat
You don’t get what I’m saying, man
Wrapped up and bare, I speak my mind
I know the issue
Lack of pigmentation
My white voice sounds like it’s from another race
No prejudice, I go where I want

How to make a little sugar drink
First, a five-kilo block of sugar
A block to put in the sun
Melts, drowns the ants
That delicious block of sugar
(Oh, is that it, Japanese guy?)
(Is the record over already?)
(What, oh, the song’s over, there’s still the other side)