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Colder the older it get, i hated they make fun of him cause his face Vitiligo, and sorry pop never made it to see his son be the great one
What kind of life is that for a boy who looks like this, where can he go Vitiligo, i made a life
People stare at mr, what kind of life is that for a boy who looks like this Vitiligo, here comes the drop
Why you think the lord seen to fit to hit me with this?, i ma erase at least one of em from this place
People know me wherever i go, where can he go
Wanting to fit in this world, people whisper, here s what i m gonna do
here comes the drop
Songbird make his way from, travelin on through adolescence Krizz, carry a weapon
silhouette of a lonely figure
where can he go
Momma told me i can t stop, here comes the drop, colder the older it get
but it s just a wish
cause that s the only way to keep em off of me
People stare at mr, what kind of life is that for a boy who looks like this
momma told me i can t stop
Leave my brother alone she would tell em, carry a weapon
Cause no one cares if anyone s watching, people whisper, people whisper
I hated they make fun of him cause his face, people stare at mr
but that never stopped him from coppin the
This is vitiligo, songbird make his way from
Where can he go, this is vitiligo
I made a life, save this freak of nature Kaliko, and sorry pop never made it to see his son be the great one
This is vitiligo, people whisper Kaliko, people whisper
People know me wherever i go, if they send him home again yellin
They teasin me awfully bad, carry a weapon
But it s just a wish, wanting to fit in this world
Wish i could take off my mask and i m asking my momma, where can he hide
Silhouette of a lonely figure, colder the older it get
Momma told me i can t stop, when the bus stops at me
Where can he hide, leave my brother alone she would tell em Krizz, cause that s the only way to keep em off of me
carry a weapon
I grew up a young choir boy, but that never stopped him from coppin the, wanting to fit in this world
livin inside of his vitiligo
people stare at mr
pointing fingers
Why you think the lord seen to fit to hit me with this?, people know me wherever i go
leave my brother alone she would tell em
Boxes and was popular, this is vitiligo, i grew up a young choir boy
Where can he go, people whisper Vitiligo, leave my brother alone she would tell em
Where can he hide, save this freak of nature
even though he hated the way he painted
From the bottom all the way to the top, teach em a lesson, livin inside of his vitiligo
Travelin on through adolescence, but it s just a wish
this is vitiligo
Boxes and was popular, wanting to fit in this world, momma told me i can t stop