Another album, so listen, wont you?
My name is Greg, I think you know Barack, don't you?
At least he helped me write the preface
Cause all these words can leave me breathless
But he asks the tough questions, like
Don't you think you're being
A little casual about your future?
Fair enough but I don't want to be a looter or polluter
I just really want to find a thing that only I can do
You can't just sit around like some good-time Charlie
waiting for luck to see you through
Nah, I've gotta grab with my both hands
Don't tell me that I'm crazy
Tell me yes we can
I want to make your new ringtone
So every time I call
I'm giving you a fistbump through the phone
Help me understand what it is
that makes white people so afraid
Um, it's getting something good
And hoping it won't go away
But also being ashamed of having that impulse as well
Living life on easy mode, not being able to tell
The filth, the noise, and the excess
All of it dazzled my senses
We were in goddamn Hawaii
I'm sipping from a mason jar
Blowing out the tiki torches
At a local Waikiki bar
Freaking out, thinking aloud
Wondering what gives me the right
To hold out for something that I might really like?
Nothing
Or so you interject and I reply:
You're right and yet
if it's an option for me I think I should take it
Because the lucky better use it
And the plucky better choose to
Try their hardest if we're ever gonna change it
I hope you make this your ringtone
So every time I call
I'm giving you a fistbump through the phone
I hope you make this your new jam
Don't tell me that I'm crazy
Tell me yes we can
I hope you make this your ringtone
So every time I call
I'm giving you a fistbump through the phone
I hope you make this your new jam
Don't tell me that I'm crazy
Tell me yes we can
And your mother was begging Barack to stop
