mustache

I dreamt I had a mustache

It was dope, I looked just like Tom Selleck

Was happy with myself

But sadly I woke up again

I think it's kinda wack

Twenty-one, still nothing under my nose

Except for when I sneeze

You know what I mean

You can keep trying, oh-yeah

I've been patient for way too long

Keep hanging in there, oh-yeah

I will get there and prove 'em wrong

Hijo, cuando yo era niño también quería tener bigotes

Y un hueón mayor me dijo: "Échate grasa de carretón y te salen"

Le hice caso, me llené la cara de grasa negra

Pero los bigotes me llegaron a los treinta nomás, compa

You can keep trying, oh-yeah

I've been patient for way too long

Keep hanging in there, oh-yeah

I'll be trying until I cry