One. im tripping literally, I should be dishwashing
Cause I got bowlegged knees
And often they be crossing go ahead
And ask my bosses they'll tell you that im clumsy
I'll probably fall into your fist so you dont have to punch me

Two. I'm vegetarian so I don't want no beef
You floss expensive jewelry I floss my crooked teeth
I sing in church choir my daddy is a reverend
I tried to be a gansta but my curfew was eleven

Three. I drice my vespa through the streets
And wear my helmet proud I do my homework every night
Then come to this rowdy crowd I signed a full on battle
Filled in all the basics but when they saw it was me
They put me on the waiting list

Four. I run from bullies in the streets
I don't know how to fight I don't throw lefts or rights
I just slap, sprint and write im skinny all scrawny arms
And a tiny chest shoot I could hide behind that pole
If I just hold my breath

Five. my apron look like a drees I could twirl around
Like a pretty princess I'm not a busboy I'm a waitress
But I can't get the drink right, taste test

Let me find whose around, those your guests
My hand got sweaty and I lost my grip my shoes don't fit
They hand me down from the salvation army right down-town

When I walk into the room the lights go down
I'm so ugly mom won't hug me and that's to tell you
About it I'm beating myself something you couldn't do