Stupid Dumb Illiterate Songtext
von Heems & Lapgan

They′re poppin' on the way to the function
Stupid dumb illiterate
They′re poppin' on the way to the function (yeah)

I'm a child of immigrants (mama)
Yo, I speak the mother tongue, but I′m illiterate (mama)
I′m an idiot, but only just a little bit (mama)
I'm inconsiderate, smokin′ on a cigarette (mama)

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

Hemi been in the game for a minute
And got more spirit than Glen Libet or Glen Fitted
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 (Outbound)

They′re poppin' on the way to the function
Stupid dumb illiterate
They′re poppin' on the way to the function
Stupid dumb illiterate

There was a man with a golden soul
All that he found didn′t make him whole
Crashes and failures of lust and frown along the way
Along the way

There was a man with a golden soul
All that he found didn't make him whole
Crashes and phases of love still found along the way
Along the way

Say oh