Lyrics

[Chorus] They're poppin' on the way to the function Stupid dumb illiterate They're poppin' on the way to the function (yeah) [Verse 1: Heems] 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 Glenlivet or Glenfiddich I see no limits, white people hear me and say that's thе ticket I'm lost and found, I'm lost, I'm brown I paid the cost to be thе boss in town I turned my frown upside down Along the way I made some sounds (Outbound) [Chorus] They're poppin' on the way to the function Stupid dumb illiterate They're poppin' on the way to the function Stupid dumb illiterate [Outro: Sid Sriram] Sad was the 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 Sad was the 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