Letras
I think I might be adopted
Cause my mom is white
I don't look like her at all
Do I?
When we go out to eat
People be looking at me like it's a sugar baby type beat
Pretty sure that lady made me
But people think I'm a sugar baby
Bought a new sweater
Didn't use my own cheddar
Ridin' birds down the street
Get out the way ding ding ding
It goes ish posh ice posh ice rosh a nice rosh
I can do anything that I want to
Whatever's gonna be is my mother's philosophy
Sharon Sharon
Sharon Sharon
She ain't a Karen Karen
She's Sharon
She makes me stuff to eat
Got rid of athletes foot on my feet
Paying for the holes on the back of my teeth though
That shit ain't cheap
She's a bag chaser
Go getter
On a bad day makes you feel better like a
Fuckin bowl of broccoli cheddar soup
Sharon Sharon
Sharon Sharon
She ain't a Karen Karen
She's Sharon
Sharon Sharon
Sharon Sharon
She ain't a Karen Karen
She's Sharon
Sharon Sharon
Sharon Sharon
She ain't a Karen Karen
She's Sharon
Sharon Sharon
Sharon Sharon
She ain't a Karen Karen
She's Sharon
I came out that lady's womb
And I'm gonna be buried next to her tomb
Actually I think we both wanna be cremated
Either way
Her name is Sharon that's my motha
So SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST