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