Paroles de Blue American

I wrote this novel just for you It sounds pretentious but it's true I wrote this novel just for you That's why it's vulgar That's why it's blue And I sang thank you I sang thank you I wrote this novel just for mom For all the mommy things she's done For all the times she showed me wrong For all the times she sang our song And I sang thank you, mom Hello, mom Thank you, mom Hi, mom I read a book about uncle tom Where whitey bastard made a bomb But now ebonics rule our song Those motherfuckers got it wrong And I asked Who is uncle tom? Who is uncle tom? Who is uncle tom? You are I read a book about the self Said I should get expensive help Go fix my head Create some wealth Put my neurosis on the shelf But I don't care for myself I don't care for myself I don't care for myself I don't care I wrote this novel just for you I'm so pretentious Yes it's true I wrote this novel just for you Just for you Just for you