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
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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…