Lyrics:
I met a guy called Georges
He said
I like to cha-cha-cha (Cha-cha-cha)
First thing I saw
He was wearing a yellow suit (Yellow suit)
And he told me
I
all of his troops were murdered.
It's the same tale by historians over 9, 000 Sioux.
That they were outnumbered should be apparent to you.
Tactical
could never heal my pain, I cannot outrun the blame
But the life I grew to hate, she could definitely change
But the most important thing is that I would
Had to catch my breath
I wish George could say the same uh
Crazy they be actin' like ya life is just a game huh
They say hell is for the afterlife but I
Then we got hit by COVID 19
It was so surprising
Took our months out like lightning (yuh)
But we remember all the things that we been through
Our
Man, these motherfuckers tripping
They lock us up for the same shit that they taught us how to do
This is America, right
They rob, steal, and kill us
is gonna be dirty
So bushy like my thing is the same thing
Babe lets get down let me fill you in
Same lips same hips
The way you roll that thing
Girl
the blood pumping through my veins
That's the only thing for me ain't change
And it prolly ain't go my way
Like the path that I know ain't safe
But never mind
steadfast rock of Garvey
I'm the "New Negro" of every ten years
I made the peanut give birth to things that you wouldn't believe, and I coordinated red,
the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police field
I got names on bullets in the clip, the world ran by the rich
We drop the genes, that's it
Feel my aura
nights
6
Believe that it's not your fault
I Just Smoke
This, this, this was the start of his new life
It's the same thing over and over again
And he didn't
as the days go by
Tryna make up for the years
That I did you slime
I know the healing process
Gon' take us some time but
But we gon' be fine
Hey Natalia
Can't
you up with some slugs
Skin color shouldn’t matter, we all are the same
But I’m afraid that’s not the way that it works
The darker your skin,
your baby get her evening gown
Must be the same thing make a preacher lay his bible down.
Woah that same thing,
Woah that same thing,
Tell me who is
the same, only want one thing
But by any means, don't expect anything
Maybe you could get with me, text with me, maybe even text with me
That don't
Stayed scheming, Pre Ross with Drake and Mont on it
Before Nas was doing it
Consciousness oozing that killer shit
Brainwashed by the same guys we loved
I know that it's somebody's birthday tonight somewhere
And I know somebody's gonna celebrate tonight somewhere
I know (one thing's for sure)
I'm
teams involved in things
That enter in your body and
End all your dreams
Enter in your shoulder, exit out your ass
Hittin' every organ like a pinball
gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant, woo
Lambo Murci-lago
She go wherever I go
Wherever we
surprised a bit that I sway to the right
but relax for a second let me do my thing with this mic
I'm not saying the red's right, I'm not saying the blue's
chair
Just to show how much AC pails in compare
Around the same time, Nik sold his tech line
To George Westinghouse, who built a dam on the Niagara Falls
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
corporations we will hit yo shit up
How I’m supposed to give a fuck about my people looting?
When we got cops that get away with killing blacks by shooting
So
crooked smiles run demons demons chasing these nighas fa real feeling like I’m not breathing but I’m here George Floyd with my hands up that’s yo man pull
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