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Verse One:Well I stumbled on a picture kinda made me laughA photograph, what brought me right back to the pastWhen I was a youngsterQuite nerd type, that wanted to be amongst theOlder, bolder, colder crowdWith fat gold chains and strolled aroundIn tucked silk suits, hundred dollar Bally bootsHat to a tilt and a felt substitute Fashions my have seemed to have workedBut it seems I was a fake, and fakes look like jerksAll I could do is schemeHoping that one day I'll be on the top of the teamNo matter how hard I tried, I'd just collideWith being a fool and an old guyIt didn't work, and that annoyedAnd I asked myself why can't I be oneovdabigboizChorusVerse Two:Now I remember one day in the 7th gradeA new girl came to school and I must sayI slid, skid, crashed and got a crush Letras de cancionesOn her and all other things seemed like a bluffI wouldn't dare to speak, didn't say a wordTrying to be a big boy, I just became a nerdDoubting myself, thinking I'm all sissy and allEither I was too short, too shy, or too smallWhich was a sign of ignoranceSo I brought up confidenceThe next day I'm panickingStiff as a mannequinWhat do you knowShe doesn't even showBut there's tomorrow, the next day she cameArm and arm with some dude, with some gangster name Hopes and dreams in a flash were destroyedAll because of the fuss of oneovdabigboizChorusBridge: Tasha Lambert (singing)I'm the one that told you not to worryYou'll grow up to be someone specialTake your time and don't you hurry'Cause soon you will beChorusVerse Three:They all have eyes, they all have two feetThey used to pick their girls up but on a train we meetWhy can't I be a big boy I used to ask myselfAnd self said "Why do you want to be someone elseWhy do you want to wear what someone else wearsOr get a cut, like someone else's hairOr be seen in someone else's glareYou know what I'm saying (you're right)" YEAH!I'll do my own thing speak my own slangBe in my own swing, know what I'm saying'Cause baby I'm a starYou know who the hell I areIt's paying off a lotI had everyone rocking the streets and wanting the polka dotsIt's OK, this life is I enjoyAnd it's cool being Kwame, not oneovdabigboizChorus From Letras Mania