White Boy Reggae Lyrics & Tabs by Bumpin Uglies
White Boy Reggae
guitar chords lyrics
Just another suburban stereotype
I've got the love for the rhythms.
And the Grooves to Spite
That I'm not from the islands
I'm the palest of white.
I've put the reggae roots together,
For the words that I write.
But I can't relate to a struggle that I've never seen.
I can't praise a god that I don't believe
You might think I be lying when it comes from the seems.
But I'm not a fucking lion I'm a drunk with a dream,
And I'm a million miles away from everything,
I thought I'd become.
I've lost all my faith in the Lord above.
And if I work real long and keep my convictions.
I thought I'd become.
I've lost all my faith in the Lord above.
And if I work real long and keep my convictions.
I could still fill and satisfy everyone's predictions
So I drink to stay numb,
But I sing to stay alive.
There's no shot big enough to keep me satisfied
No rhymes smart enough for me to save my pride.
There's a fire burning in me that I cannot deny it!
Yeah.
And I am not preaching shit
All I want is to be able to make enough money with
Music to quit waiting tables
And my Blood runs cold
As I try to comprehend
All the words we defied that are creations of men.
I'm just a hopeless romantic with the focus
I'm hopeless, writing love song after love song
And I hope that I can cope with
The truth of my reality
But It's hard for me to swallow
The realest love I know
Is between my liver and a bottle
Decidedly rough I have confided enough
I am forever in possession of one unrequited love
So I tether my confessions
To the words I supply
I would rather die alone then settle for a lie
Because I'm a dying breed
The extinction of a race
Separating heads from shoulders
So I can spite my face
Been coming around like a brother, a son,
Do a skip from the mow that I've worn in the ground
With the walls closing in on my prophetic sin
I would like to explain but before we begin
If you're waiting for me to fall
Take a seat and hold your breath
It's almost last call
And I'm just one shot away from an early grave
I've been running at a pace that I can't maintain
There's a demon living in me who's controlling my brain.
A Poison running through me that I'll never contain
So I siphon it off with a mic and a pen.
But the growth is exponential it's drawing me in
Acting inconsequentially I'm lost at the same
You call it White boy's reggae,
I call it "Sanity's End".
