There's a tall, a mulatto. boy I know
And he comes to every party - he stands alone
Viewing them the rest, from the corner of his glance
It gets so clear, he's not judging anyone
The way his arms float around his cage, he's caged
Canary sings, silently brings, his voice to rage
The way they stop and stare, the way they turn their heads
It's enough to make him want to run away
But he stays, he stands his ground
And I'm so lame
The way I condescend without ever knowing his name
He keeps it in a box, hangs it from his ear
Looks at everyone without the slightest fear
It's making me so ashamed
Slender body, slip through his glance
I don't give him a single chance
The way he's rocking back and forth
Makes a buzzing in my ear
Constantly reminding me that I never stop to hear
Him say hello, hello
And I am so lame
Like a moth bumping off his godless flame
I cannot condescend or even apprehend, what comes over me
When I see his shameless face
So rage, please rage against me
Beat me down, beat me down, forgive me
For what I've done, I'm so lame, I'm so lame, I'm so lame
So lame, so lame, so lame
If I were a lame
Only just for a week
I'd look myself in the mirror
And shoot the first thing I seen
No honestly I'd try to find someone else
And I'd make it seem like it's his fault
That I'm broke and can't get on
And he's doin what I can't do for myself.
If I were a lame
I'd probably understand
How it feels to hate myself so much
I gotta hate anotha man
What I'd say that I'd
Should be right in his place
And talk smack behind his back
When I'm smilin while I'm in his face
Cause I'm just a lame.
If I were a lame
I'd talk smack to the girls
Like you shouldn't get with that guy
He ain't rich
I heard he really broke
I would get on a song
And talk as bad as I can
Bout how I wish I'd catch him slippin'
How his mixtapes don't be good
And how I'm gone end his career
But I'm his numbah one fan.
If I were a lame
I'd probably understand
How it feels to hate myself so much
I gotta hate anotha man
What I'd say that I'd
Should be right in his place
And talk smack behind his back
When I'm smilin while I'm in his face
Cause I'm just a lame.
It's killin me how people act anytime I come around
No matter how much I do for myself
They wanna bring me down
But I juss gotta do me at the end of the day
Cause I'm not a lame
So I can't understand
How it feels to hate myself so much
I gotta hate another man
No it ain't my fault
My stuff flies off the shelf
So stop tryna be somebody
And worry about juss bein yourself
If you could juss be yourself
And don't be a lame
No don't be a lame