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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Sidharth Sriram, Himanshu Suri, Gaurav Nagpal
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