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How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby When I can't even ever relate, oh baby I'm just another white man with no identity Torn in the US, torn in the US Ay ay ay ay, ay ay oh My kids say that I'm cynical I don't know what's up They make fun of my selections in my pickup truck While they change it to a hip hop station probably just to fuck with me (Tell us all about it, tell us all about it) Would you love me if I got a tattoo on my face Drove this McClaren right off of the page Of inspiration when it strikes, I'll do whatever it takes, and then (Post all about it, post all about it) How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby When I can't even ever relate, oh baby I'm just another white man with no identity Torn in the US, torn in the US Ay ay ay ay, ay ay oh Growing up a bro on the eastern coast My friends and I would all get drunk and crack racist jokes Now their kids listen to Drake (He's one of the good ones though) (Now I really start to doubt me, really start to doubt me) Letras de canciones So I'll probably play some classic rock in a shitty bar Support my dirty habits with a tipping jar Figure out what my problems really are, then (Talk all about it, talk all about it) How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby When I can't even ever relate, oh baby I'm just another white man with no identity Torn in the US, torn in the US Ay ay ay ay, ay ay oh How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby When I can't even ever relate, oh baby I'm just another white man with no identity Torn in the US, torn in the US Ay ay ay ay, ay ay oh Ay ay ay ay, ay ay oh From Letras Mania