Well I stumbled on a picture kinda made me laugh
 A photograph  what brought me right back to the past
 When I was a youngster
 Quite nerd type  that wanted to be amongst the
 Older  bolder  colder crowd
 With fat gold chains and strolled around
 In tucked silk suits  hundred dollar Bally boots
 Hat to a tilt and a felt substitute
 Fashions my have seemed to have worked
 But it seems I was a fake, and fakes look like jerks
 All I could do is scheme
 Hoping that one day I'll be on the top of the team
 No matter how hard I tried, I'd just collide
 With being a fool and an old guy
 It didn't work, and that annoyed
 And I asked myself why can't I be oneovdabigboiz

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 Verse Two:

 Now I remember one day in the 7th grade
 A new girl came to school and I must say
 I slid, skid, crashed and got a crush
 On her and all other things seemed like a bluff
 I wouldn't dare to speak, didn't say a word
 Trying to be a big boy, I just became a nerd
 Doubting myself, thinking I'm all sissy and all
 Either I was too short, too shy, or too small
 Which was a sign of ignorance
 So I brought up confidence
 The next day I'm panicking
 Stiff as a mannequin
 What do you know
 She doesn't even show
 But there's tomorrow, the next day she came
 Arm and arm with some dude, with some gangster name
 Hopes and dreams in a flash were destroyed
 All because of the fuss of oneovdabigboiz

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 Bridge: Tasha Lambert (singing)

 I'm the one that told you not to worry
 You'll grow up to be someone special
 Take your time and don't you hurry
 'Cause soon you will be

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 Verse Three:

 They all have eyes, they all have two feet
 They used to pick their girls up but on a train we meet
 Why can't I be a big boy I used to ask myself
 And self said "Why do you wanna be someone else
 Why do you wanna wear what someone else wears
 Or get a cut, like someone else's hair
 Or be seen in someone else's glare
 You know what I'm saying (you're right)" YEAH!
 I'll do my own thing speak my own slang
 Be in my own swing, know what I'm saying
 'Cause baby I'm a star
 You know who the hell I are
 It's paying off a lot
 I had everyone rocking the streets and wanting the polka dots
 It's OK, this life is I enjoy
 And it's cool being Kwame, not oneovdabigboiz

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