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apply pressure,son it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith
I want to die in your arms
In a cabin by a meadow where the wild bees swarm
Now that I've found you, I want to surround you

I'll win your trust
you choose
Once in you're owned by the man,
Uncle sam is his name, you're his slave,
Shallow graves

[Chorus]

You give me for honor
earn your trust making memories of us

I wanna honor your mother
And I wanna learn from your paw
I wanna steal your attention like a bad outlaw
memories of us

I wanna honor your mother
And I wanna learn from your pa
I wanna steal your attention like a bad outlaw
I wanna stand out in a crowd for you
memories of us

I wanna honor your mother
I wanna learn from your pa
I wanna steal your attention like a bad outlaw
I wanna stand out in a crowd for you
apply pressure,son it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith
making memories of us

I wanna honor your mother
And I wanna learn from your pa
I wanna steal your attention like a bad outlaw
I wanna stand out in
funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that n**** anytime

Have Keith sweatin' starin' down
I want to die in your arms
In a cabin by a meadow where the wild bees swarm

I'm gonna love you, like nobody loves you
I'll win your trust making
funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that n**** anytime

Have Keith sweatin' starin' down
there
From rollin with the riders, you couldn't pretend there
With live men beside us, we still couldn't win there
They showed us how to send there,
And ain't no way you gon' win
Cause I come from a tribe of O.G.'s and my skin is my sin

My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N "Burning our black skin"
My S-K-I-N is my
never let them go hungry
There she is, all right you go honey
Early in life she had a chance to win
But she chose to put her future in the hands of men
teeth. 
It's more like hundred mile nol and know mor men but you can make my teeth growl.
You could make my underworld. Its a big dark world now, its
Phillip AK Dickin' you
With clips in the bottom, we dippin' from Gotham
Yes eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin
I'm a fellow with melanin,