I can wake up in the morning
Gonna stay up afternoon
Don't lie in a stutter
Get myself in my mood, yeah
Gonna get the corner baker
And I'll attend to my maker
I don't take no cigarettes
They got a mood
Gonna spend my money on a sweet and sexy
Girl around, make me jealous
I can't a cannibal (Not sure about
too fuckin'weird up to her this part)
Lazy, I'm white, I am sick
Don't guess it's too bad what thermometer said
Gonna take myself medicine
I'll spend my money on a swingin chick
Return around and make sick
And I got some money
Till we fly
I'm lazy, I'm white, and I'm sick
(1,2,3,4)
(Lazy!) I'm lazy
(White!) I'm white
(Lazy!) I'm lazy
(Sick of nothing)
(Lazy!) I'm lazy
(White!) White
(Lazy!) Lazy
(Sick of nothing)
(Lazy!) Lazy
(White!) White
(Lazy!) Lazy
(Sick of white!)
spoken:
(One)
(Sounded good in here)
