I grew up as your usual suburbanite A tiny town in Massachusetts Overwhelmingly white I I went to church on Sundays In a suit and a tie Then spent my free time Watching Family Guy I started doing comedy When I was just a sheltered kid I wrote offensive shit And I said it Father, please forgive me For I did not realize what I did Or that I'd live to regret it Times are changing And I'm getting old Are you gonna hold me accountable? My bed is empty, and I'm getting cold Isn't anybody gonna Hold me accountable? I'm problematic He's a problem When I was 17, on Halloween I dressed up as Aladdin He's a problem I did not darken my skin But still it feels weird in hindsight I want to show you How I'm growing as a person, but first I feel I must address the lyrics From the previous verse I tried to hide behind my childhood And that's not okay My actions are my own I won't explain them away I've done a lot of self-reflecting Since I started singing this song I was totally wrong when I said it Father, please forgive me ForI did not realize what I did Or that I'd live to regret it Times are changing And I'm getting old Are you gonna hold me accountable? My bed is empty, and I'm getting cold Isn't anybody gonna Hold me accountable? I'm problematic He's a problem I just remembered that Aladdin costume's In my mother's attic He's a problem I'm gonna go home and burn it... Or not burn it. Is burning it bad? What should I do with it? And I've been totally awful My closet is chock-full of stuff That is vaguely shitty All of it was perfectly lawful Just not very thoughtful at all And just really shitty And I've been totally awful My closet is chock-full of stuff That is vaguely shitty All of it was perfectly lawful Just not very thoughtful at all And just really And I'm really fucking sorry Bitch, I'm trying to listen Shit, I've been complacent Sorry If I'm gonna catch up First, I gotta fess up Sorry Sorry