Erik Kingsley - I'm That Guy lyrics
[Verse 1] When I started out in my momma's basement Not a single soul was paying me any mind High school bad grades, I was a patient and I thought 9th grade was a waste of my time Ball is life, my summer vacation Had jump soles, they were one of a kind Around a bunch of Crip dudes the only Caucasian in that location but they love when I rhyme Product of the environment that I always be in Even though by bloodline be of Eastern European Descent, even girls want to see him I could ball, I could rap, I'm a fly human being Everybody wanna be him Everybody wanna, everybody wanna, everybody wanna act like I don't fit in Like I am not him like Like I'm not on a more, carnival things like No time to pretend like I care what your friends like I care what the ends like I care for the insight And how to entice my people not to escape I'd been doing the same thing, I could trace it back to like 8 And I could be getting so caught up in the future, I'm like "wait" Maybe I should be living more in the moment or maybe I should be more late Maybe I'll be more great, hey [Verse 2] My pants are tight, my shoes are clean My hair is weird, I'm drinking tea I like it green, little [?] mate My [?] could be the next [?] Beleaf, Kendrick and I are now herbal life I want to lose wait like even more I don't really know what the meals are for Wish I could live off of the Word of life Maybe I ain't heard Him right Yup, I'm that guy Yup, I'm that guy Who acknowledges my white privilege but frequently takes advantage of it I'm just starting to understand it a bit I'm the white guy who plays basketball better than acoustic guitar Matter of fact I have no idea how to play the acoustic guitar I'm that guy who hates hiking, camping and off-roading But I love trail mix and granola I'm the type of white guy who prefers Martin and Living Color over Friends and How I Met Your Mother And I'm still trying to figure out who Journey is But I can't get this Yung Thug song out of my head I'm that guy who'd be crucified by backpack rappers for all the commercial songs in my head I'm the type of white guy who loves fried chicken as long as it's gluten free, organic and gra** fed I'm a hybrid who's mutant free [Hook] (x2) Yup, I'm that guy Yup, I'm that guy Yup, I'm that guy [Verse 3] So I tend to sit in a unique spot This ain't hard, I gotta ease drop Hands up, I never want to be dropped I'm really hoping you get to meet God I really hope that we get to speak more I'm really hoping that I don't become Eeyore 'Cuz life ain't fair by the seashore But I got me feet up at my leisure They keep wanting to box me in with no oxygen And that's fine 'cause what ever they project on me, I'll prolly become the opposite, see I'm that white guy that talks about police brutality on my timeline Like, oh I'm sorry did I k** your vibe At least your still alive Is it okay if I share my mind No really, is it okay if I share my mind then The American dream for me may be my nightmare Cash in on my white privilege 401k to the limit Picture perfect family with 2.5 kids and so much debt I ain't even paid the dog off yet Minimize living life with any risk for the sake of comfort food 30 hours of TV a week and Sunday's filled with fantasy football leagues, my Nubian wife may be out of your expectation for me, my Mixed kids just made your brain explode, my Black friends hurt my white credibility so you should be uncomfortable saying black jokes in my presence [Hook] (x2)