Lyrics I'm That Guy - Ruslan

I'm That Guy

When I started out in my momma’s basement
Not a single soul was paying me any mind
High school bad grades, I was a patient and I thought 9th grade was a waste of
my time
Ball is life, my summer vacation
Had jump soles, they were one of a kind
Around a bunch of Crip dudes the only Caucasian in that location but they love
when I rhyme
Product of the environment that I always be in
Even though by bloodline be of Eastern European
Descent, even girls want to see him
I could ball, I could rap, I’m a fly human being
Everybody wanna be him
Everybody wanna, everybody wanna, everybody wanna act like I don’t fit in
Like I am not him like
Like I’m not on a more, carnival things like
No time to pretend like
I care what your friends like
I care what the ends like
I care for the insight
And how to entice my people not to escape
I’d been doing the same thing, I could trace it back to like 8
And I could be getting so caught up in the future, I’m like «wait»
Maybe I should be living more in the moment or maybe I should be more late
Maybe I’ll be more great, hey
My pants are tight, my shoes are clean
My hair is weird, I’m drinking tea
I like it green, little mate
My could be the next
Beleaf, Kendrick and I are now herbal life
I want to lose wait like even more
I don’t really know what the meals are for
Wish I could live off of the Word of life
Maybe I ain’t heard Him right
Yup, I’m that guy
Yup, I’m that guy
Who acknowledges my white privilege but frequently takes advantage of it
I’m just starting to understand it a bit
I’m the white guy who plays basketball better than acoustic guitar
Matter of fact I have no idea how to play the acoustic guitar
I’m that guy who hates hiking, camping and off-roading
But I love trail mix and granola
I’m the type of white guy who prefers Martin and Living Color over Friends and
How I Met Your Mother
And I’m still trying to figure out who Journey is
But I can’t get this Yung Thug song out of my head
I’m that guy who’d be crucified by backpack rappers for all the commercial
songs in my head
I’m the type of white guy who loves fried chicken as long as it’s gluten free,
organic and grass fed
I’m a hybrid who’s mutant free
Yup, I’m that guy
Yup, I’m that guy
Yup, I’m that guy
So I tend to sit in a unique spot
This ain’t hard, I gotta ease drop
Hands up, I never want to be dropped
I’m really hoping you get to meet God
I really hope that we get to speak more
I’m really hoping that I don’t become Eeyore
'Cuz life ain’t fair by the seashore
But I got me feet up at my leisure
They keep wanting to box me in with no oxygen
And that’s fine 'cause what ever they project on me, I’ll prolly become the
opposite, see
I’m that white guy that talks about police brutality on my timeline
Like, oh I’m sorry did I kill your vibe
At least your still alive
Is it okay if I share my mind
No really, is it okay if I share my mind then
The American dream for me may be my nightmare
Cash in on my white privilege
401k to the limit
Picture perfect family with 2.5 kids and so much debt I ain’t even paid the dog
off yet
Minimize living life with any risk for the sake of comfort food
30 hours of TV a week and Sunday’s filled with fantasy football leagues, my
Nubian wife may be out of your expectation for me, my
Mixed kids just made your brain explode, my
Black friends hurt my white credibility so you should be uncomfortable saying
black jokes in my presence