Blue American

I wrote this novel just for youIt sounds pretentious but it's trueI wrote this novel just for youThat's why it's vulgarThat's why it's blueAnd I say, thank youAnd I say, thank youI wrote this novel just for MomFor all the mommy things she's doneFor all the times she showed me wrongFor all the time she sang god's songAnd I say thank you MomHello MomThank you MomHi MomI read a book about Uncle Tom Where a whitey bastard made a bombBut now Ebonics rule our songThose motherfuckers got it wrongAnd I askWho is uncle Tom?Who is uncle Tom?Who is uncle Tom?You areI read a book about the selfSaid I should get expensive helpGo fix my headCreate some wealthPut my neurosis on the shelfBut I don't care for myselfI don't care for myselfI don't care for myselfI don't careI wrote this novel just for youI'm so pretentious, yes it's trueI wrote this novel just for youJust for youJust for you