Stupid Dumb Illiterate

They're poppin' on the way to the function Stupid dumb illiterate They're poppin' on the way to the function (yeah) I'm a child of immigrants (mama) Yo, I speak the mother tongue, but I'm illiterate (mama) I'm an idiot, but only just a little bit (mama) I'm inconsiderate, smokin' on a cigarette (mama) I'm belligerent with a golden soul I'm not Janet Jackson, I got no control I'm bold and beautiful, I'm getting old Punjabi Oscar Isaac, I'm so cold Hemi been in the game for a minute And got more spirit than Glen Libet or Glen Fitted I see no limits, white people hear me and say that's the ticket I'm lost and found, I'm lost, I'm brown I paid the cost to be the boss in town I turned my frown upside down Along the way I made some sounds (Outbound) They're poppin' on the way to the function Stupid dumb illiterate They're poppin' on the way to the function Stupid dumb illiterate There was a man with a golden soul All that he found didn't make him whole Crashes and failures of lust and frown along the way Along the way There was a man with a golden soul All that he found didn't make him whole Crashes and phases of love still found along the way Along the way Say oh