(V-I to the B_E
4 to the 32 Hz
Resonating in the hertz
Of frequency)

I wish I could be nicer
In a room full of busters
I wish I could pull the reigns
Like a born again hustler
I wish for second chances
And I wish to be free
Mirror mirror
I'm seeking the star in me
Mirror mirror
Oh please
I'm no idol
Show me what could be true
Even if I might fear her

I wish
I wish
I wish I was a little bit taller yall
I wish I was a baller yall
I wish I was a little bit taller yall
I wish I was a baller yall
I wish I was a little bit taller

Whole other shit
Let me take you to my wish
Shit got me burning
Got me feeling the itch
Like flying high in the sky
Without knowing you're a
Broom gloom
Lost in the tomb of a
Never ending bitch

SkeeLo don't ya know
This B came long before
Your baller taller ish
Now please stand low while
Tell ya bout my wish

I wish I was a little bit taller yall
I wish I was a baller yall
I wish I was a little bit taller yall
I wish I was a baller yall
I wish I was a little bit taller
Taller

Brokedown palace
Raised up northwest of Dallas
Born again
Grazed like the cotton
That grabbed ya
Lost bird headed east
With just a word
Got me rockin to the beat
It's absurd
Oh no she's so fair though
Sun kissed
But no hablo
To those sub par
Door ajar
I just hopped in ya old mans ferrar
Spit a rhyme so fast
Had time to dish
The whole 8 bars
Just a slice of the nice
Next life of the pie
I'm like an eagle baby
I can't tell you why
I don't know where from
But something said "bitch try"
Giving up doesn't suit me
Shiiidd, I'd rather die
I floated a hung jury
And then came home to cry
Never second guessed
My story right
What's the hurry?
You gonna see my like
Your destiny was me
Encapsulated in demise

I wish I was a little bit taller yall
I wish I was a baller yall
I wish I was a little bit taller yall
I wish I was a baller yall
I wish I was a little bit taller

I wish a mf would
I got the mf time
The only way to maintain
Dual pluralities is rhyme
I got a beat for a beat
Like a dime for a dime
When you hear it drop
You'll to seek to find
And I play for keeps
And I keeps what's mine
That's called
Hut 1
Hut 2
Miss D. Cline fine
A mathematical certainty
That that bitch can rhyme
Break it down for ya
Good shit is hard to find

Reflection can't come before the light
And darkness can not survive the night
I heard the truth will set you free
But that bitch can't fight
I wish we all could stand up
And do what's right
I wish a heritage of hatred
Would learn to die
I wish the world saw less color
And then they'd know why
They'd show more love
And then we all could cry
And say
I wished ya good night

I wish I was a little bit taller yall
I wish I was a baller yall
I wish I was a little bit taller yall
I wish I was a baller yall
I wish I was a little bit taller
Taller