My kids say that I'm cynical
I don't know what's up
They make fun of my selections
In my pickup truck
While they change it to a hip hop station
Probably just to fuck with me
(Tell us all about it, tell us all about it)

Would you love me if I got a tattoo on my face
Drove this McClaren right off of the page
Of inspiration when it strikes, I'll do whatever it takes, and then
(Post all about it, post all about it)

How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man, with no identity
Torn in the US
Torn in the US
Ay ay ay-oh
Ay ay ay-oh

Growing up a bro on the eastern coast
My friends and I would all get drunk and crack racist jokes
Now their kids listen to Drake
(He's one of the good ones though)
(Now I really start to doubt me, really start to doubt me)

So I'll probably play some classic rock in a shitty bar
Support my dirty habits with a tipping jar
Figure out what my problems really are, then
(Talk all about it, talk all about it)

How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man, with no identity
Torn in the US
Torn in the US
Ay ay ay-oh
Ay ay ay-oh

How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man, with no identity
Torn in the US
Torn in the US
Ay ay ay-oh
Ay ay ay-oh

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Writer(s): BUTCH WALKER