Forest Whitiker

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Em  C
          G                      B7
And yo, whatever comes up comes out
         Em                    
We don't put our hands over our 
  C
mouth
          G                      B7
And yo, whatever comes up comes out
         Em                    
We don't put our hands over our 
  C
mouth
    G                   B7
whatever comes up comes out
 Em                        C
(please Mr. Bassman lay it, lay it 
on)
G B7
      uh like that
Em C7
      one more time, give it to me 
now
G B7
    uh uh
          Em                  
it's real shit right here  how 
       C
beautiful

[Verse 1]
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Ayo, depending on the day, and 
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depending on what I ate
       Em                  
I'm anywhere from twenty to 
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thirty-five pounds overweight
G                B7
  I got red eyes, and one of 'em's 
lazy
       Em7                       
And they both squint when the sun 
     C
shines, so I look crazy
G                   B7
  I'm albino man, I know I'm pink 
and pale
         Em                  C
And I'm hairy as hell, everywhere 
but fingernails
G                        B7
  I shave a cranium that ain't quite
 shaped right
Em7                     C
  Face type: shiny, I stay up and 
write late nights
G                  B7
   My wardrobe is jeans and faded 
shirts
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Em                     C
   A mixture of what I like, and 
what I wear to work
G                           B7
  I'm knock-kneed and got a neck 
full of razor bumps
Em7                       C
  I'm not the classic profile of 
what the ladies want
G                          B7
  You might think I'm depressed as 
can be
    Em7                            
But when I look in the mirror, I 
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see sexy ass me
G                                 
  And if that's somethin' that you
          B7
 can't respect then that's peace
   Em                     C
My life's better without you 
actually
   G                          
To everyone out there, who's a 
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little different
      Em                       
I say damn a magazine, these is 
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God's fingerprints
        G                B7
You can call me ugly but can't take 
nothing from me
   Em7                    C7
I am what I am, doctor, you ain't 
gotta love me

[Bridge]
G      Em
(Wooh!)
             F                  G
(That's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
G   Em
      ain't that somethin'!
F               G                 
  If you would please turn in your 
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bible
   Em                       F     
To beauty tips according to Forest
          G
 Whitiker
             G                   
In the third chapter of the third 
  Em
line
          F                        
Brother Ali would you please read 
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to the choir for me son

[Chorus]
G               B7
  I'mma be all right,
                  Em7           C
you ain't gotta be my friend tonight
 (You ain't gotta love me)
G               B7
  An I'mma be okay,
                   Em           C
you would probably bore me anyway  
(You ain't gotta love me)
G               B7
  I'mma be all right,
                  Em7           C
you ain't gotta be my friend tonight
 (You ain't gotta love me)
G               B7
  An I'mma be okay,
                   Em           C
you would probably bore me anyway  
(You ain't gotta love me)
G               B7
  I'mma be all right,
                  Em7           C
you ain't gotta be my friend tonight
 (You ain't gotta love me)
G               B7
  An I'mma be okay,
                   Em           C
you would probably bore me anyway  
(You ain't gotta love me)

[Otro]
G             B7
   Da-da-da-da-da
      Em7           C
Da-da-da da  daa da-da (damn the 
words)
G              B7
   Da-da-da-da-da
      Em7           C
Da-da-da da  daa da-da
G              B7
   Da-da-da-da-da
      Em7           C
Da-da-da da  daa da-da  (Forest 
Whitiker, y'all)
G              B7
   Da-da-da-da-da
      Em7           C
Da-da-da da  daa da-da  (Forest 
Whitiker, y'all)