Stupid Dumb Illiterate

Fucking on the way to the function stupid dumb illiterate Fucking on the way to the function Heems I'm a child of immigrants Yo I speak the mother tongue, but I'm illiterate I'm an idiot, but only just a little bit I'm inconsiderate Smoking on a cigarette 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 Heemy been in the game for a minute And got more spirit than glenlivet Or glenfiddich, 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 Sid Sriram Fucking on the way to the function stupid dumb illiterate Fucking on the way to the function stupid dumb illiterate Sad was the man with a golden soul All that he found didn't make him whole Crashes and phases of lost and found along the way, along the way Sad was the man with a golden soul All that he found didn't make him whole Crashes and phases of lost and found along the way, along the way