Dumb [Remix]

Yo! I been writin’ songs since the first grade Been runnin’ from the truth since my first fade To get big cars, to make big stars, it takes big scars, Better get a first aid Dumb songs are the first played No heart, but they're chartin’ on the first day How you stay brave, when they throwin' you the worst shade? Ones with the talent are the worst paid, anyway… If I have blue button eyes and blonde hay Would I make the magazine on the best page? Be the leading man, if I was less gay? If I was a woman would you try to give me less pay? I could sing for you, but you prefer rap Ask God why He made me out of burlap Porcelain glass is a hall pass where I'm from And I don't know about you But I think that's dumb Dumb-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-duh-dumb I think that’s dumb Dumb D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-duh-dumb I think that’s dumb, dumb Dumb-d-d-d-dumb dumb, dumb, dumb D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-duh-dumb I think that’s dumb Dumb D-d-d-d-dumb Yeah D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-duh-dumb We the backbone of the green city Never been a model but I've seen plenty Young men and women, tryna fit in Tryna get thin, but skinny don't mean pretty Rainbow, bright colors in the air though Color on the air, but it's rare though The proof is right there though It's not fair though, but they swear no "What does he know? He just a scarecrow!" Tell me something - Why we countin' blessings, if they don't count? Yeah, the show is sold out but they sold out And I would rather walk in my shoes 'til the sole's out Yellow brick road less traveled, that's the old route My money built the man a green glass palace Tweedle-dumb ain't what they call it if you ask Alice Why slum, under his green thumb Waiting for crumbs? ‘Cause I don't know about you But I think that’s dumb Dumb-d-d-d-dumb Yeah D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-duh-dumb I think that’s dumb Dumb D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-dumb Oh, D-d-d-d-duh-dumb I think that’s dumb, dumb Dumb-d-d-d-dumb dumb, dumb, dumb D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-duh-dumb I think that’s dumb Dumb D-d-d-d-dumb Dumb D-d-d-d-dumb Oh, D-d-d-d-duh-dumb Don't find me, I got my own lane formin' Don't mind me, I'm just brainstormin' Do you suppose we could sell our shows And our clothes, with no big booty crows in our videos? Will the man never stand for the people? Will we demand that our love should be legal? Will the land never treat the greens equal? Will the fight that they lost become a sequel? 'Cause I'll march till it's done to the beat of my own drum 'Cause there's a fight to be won Stand on this post 'til I'm numb At least I'm standing for somethin’ that we can overcome ‘Cause I don't know about you But I think that’s dumb Dumb-d-d-d-dumb Yeah D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-duh-dumb I think that’s dumb Dumb D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-dumb Oh, D-d-d-d-duh-dumb I think that’s dumb, dumb Dumb-d-d-d-dumb dumb, dumb, dumb D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-duh-dumb I think that’s dumb Dumb D-d-d-d-dumb Yeah D-d-d-d-dumb D-d-d-d-duh-dumb I think that’s dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb…