Lyrics:
Pulled up his jersey
Showed his skin was black
White faces looking at him
Like he's whack
It's not just that
Let's look back
In the history books
Filled
on water, when they done killed the school
with their meteorological corniness, all blue but
not the kind that's blues as we're all tangled up
in these
try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
Built with Ghengis
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
her
That girl wanna give it up, watch her
Black girls, wanna give it up (yeah) wanna give it up (yeah)
White girls, wanna give it up (yeah) wanna
yo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessing like
yo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessing like
Tried to drink the pain away but now I'm gone
I wish the people that I lost could call my phone
Emotions tangled up but still remaining strong
I
my hand always thought like mike
Balling or nothing, used to be up at the courts by my doly thats morning to night
Took all my Ls in the shadows,
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
don't
Where my great granny stay, right by the court I caught them plays
She need to pull in my way
Ain't hard to notice, shawty, it's you that I want
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar
Creek squad some people keep it gangsta, I
Just keep it country, oh Lord
Every single thing I got was got by me
I
up again and tangled
Bring myself down a rabbit hole
Brick by brick I'm leaving
Through the house of unnatural
Keeping bad time
Counting down
Day is
made up by Sir Isaac Newton
When he prism'd white light into its component bits
And discovered the spectrum of colors of which visible light is composed
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
a run
What a state
What a country
All tangled up in the web
That you've spun
Pink skin in a blue suit, scummy
Pink skin in a blue suit, scummy
Pink skin
tell by the
Look in your eyes
Must be the white lies
White lies
Must be the white lies
White lies
Is that why your starting to cry
Is that why your
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
black and white
I'm covered in your colors
I never loved white
You taught me to love you
Now I'm devoid of those colors
Separated by stitching
Everything
ether from the source
Woke up in the hotel 2017
I was featured in the Source
Parties in the hills next to Weeknd & Offset
But really I ain't seeing
and yawning,
and let the world go drifting by.
I want to peep through that deep tangled wildwood,
counting sheep til' I sleep like a child would,
with a great
parked rims still still mangled, hair still tangled
Southern Hics, the only definite
Gotta scratch that itch
Life don't feel good
It feels great, it feels
we go
Good morning, Vietnam
Ha (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
(We live in Brooklyn, baby)
(Back up, back up, back up
Back by popular demand
I'm the fucking man
Focused now I'm getting the bands
Count it under hand
Fucking up the summer
I'm just
Fucking up the summer
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