Funk White
Utopia
White Funk
I can be a bit bogged down
Blind madman with no function
But I like funk, I have a pulse
You don't understand what I'm saying bro
Curled up naked I say what I think
I know the problem
Lack of pigmentation
Nïver explain man speak
Horse was another color
Without prejudice I stay where I go
We always stay
Thinking about it, right?
Making life and suddenly we
Find people
What do you need to drive?
The business we want to do
Suddenly we come together
Everyone together
Knowing that unity makes sugar
And also the strength
Because we need a lot of things
To rise in this life, my God
How to make a brown sugar juice
First, a five-kilo brown sugar
Sugar to put in the sun
Melt kills the drowned ant
That delicious brown sugar
