As I walk through the salon of the shadow of past
I take a look at my hair
And realize there's nothing left.
'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long
That even my momma thinks that my hair has gone.
But I ain't never crossed a barber that didn't deserve it.
Me be treated like a AFROMAN, you know that's unheard of.
You betta watch how ya twisting
And where ya curling
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk.
I really hate to trim but I gotta lob,
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.
Fool, I'm the kinda skinhead that little homie's wanna be like,
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light.(to the hair fairy)
[Chorus]
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a baldman's paradise.
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a baldman's paradise.
We keep spending most our lives
Living in a baldman's paradise.
We keep spending most our lives
Living in a baldman's paradise.
