Текст песни White Boy - Jensen McRae

Now my hair smells like smoke
Something′s burning, I don't know what it is
I won′t laugh at your dumbass jokes
White boy

I don't owe you anything
I am learning not to sing for you
The cage is not Maya Angelou's
White boy

But you′ve still got a grip on me
Sword to hilt
Hand to God bring me to my knees
If I stand down, if I bleed
If I am what you ask me to be
White boy, what will you make of me?

Passion player
Almost biblical
White girl arrives
I turn invisible
I don′t like who I am to you
White boy

Trance state, you're hypnotic
Twirl my hair, watch my voice jump the octave
I don′t like who I am for you
White boy

But you've still got a grip on me
Sword to hilt
Hand to God bring me to my knees
If I stand down, if I bleed
If I am what you ask me to be
White boy, what will you make of me?

But you′ve still got a grip on me
Sword to hilt
Hand to God bring me to my knees
If I stand down, if I bleed
If I am what you ask me to be
White boy, what will you make of me?
What will you make of me?
What will you make of me?