Lyrics:
at all)
tśe-get ? & Me tugging
I’m on the bull shit , showing up
Using my life and my love as a weapon
Using my light , Thank God for (uh)
Using my
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
diamonds wrong
It's a life of squintin', can't just stare
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I'm halfway there
Brown and bad
Couldn't
the Man-Bird
Costa, Somebody Permanently Drunk
And Me, Ivan, a Student Forever
Special thanks for kind supports of Up, Down and other Voices
Real assistance
their faces
De don leave leggings de wear their laces
Changing their places
See students de hustle pure water for street
Ego adigi na akpa awuola
Everybody take a seat
Alright, class is in session
Pull out a piece of paper and get ready for this lesson
Go ahead and smoke a blunt, the book
to be
But by being an 'A' student, baby
Look like I could win your love for me
Don't know much about the history, now, oh now
Don't know much about
to be
But by being an 'A' student, baby
Look like I could win your love for me
Don't know much about the history, now, oh now
Don't know much about
being a, an A-student, baby
Look like I could win your love for me
Don't know much about the history, now, oh now
Don't know much about biology
I don't
and it would stunt your growth
I used to chip in with the other young folks
Back when it came in little brown envelopes
Remember the day my moms found
Yeah you know what’s up
Apollo Brown, Bronze man, Boldy blocks
And I’d like to welcome
You to the Westside of Detroit
I just give ‘em a what up tho’
see realistically
Because skin that's white is really pink
So either you can't see or I can't think
Because skin that's black is really brown
But that
being a, an A-student, baby
Look like I could win your love for me
Don't know much about the history, now, oh now
Don't know much about biology
I don't
downtown to look for a job...
[Teacher]
Now that's fine, young man!
[Student]
...Then I got a job, keeping people from here and out in front
the ground
He's turning the wheels of his daddy's plow
Sowing the land that's been handed down
Singing a song from a book that's faded brown
Mary she's
a wonderful world this would be
Oh, I don't claim to be an ?A? student
But I'm trying to be
For maybe by being an ?A? student baby
I can win your love for me
The burden I carry it, the color of my brown skin
We can't unbury them, the color of the brown men
And the women, mistaken for the wrong crimes
Vic sent
and it would stunt your growth
I used to chip in with the other young folks
Back when it came in little brown envelopes
Remember the day my moms found
being a, an A-student, baby
Look like I could win your love for me
Don't know much about the history, now, oh now
Don't know much about biology
I don't
hope for you
You just got to get up and dance
cnd maybe read some books by Malcolm Nance.
Frank hung up and that's the last I heard so I nursed some
the book
I don't wanna live under the cell waiting for bail
If you visited a jail you know it's hell
Be black
Be brown
Be proud
I'm screaming til god
my people livin’ free, and that’s on me
Rockin size 7 11s pulled up at 7 11 we only stopped for a second my homie gone now
Dark hair brown eyes knock
Wassup? We need to talk
Let me light my backport
That's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown
Yo, I love Los Angeles, you
out. They're going to partner with us. You know how they wore pink for breast cancer awareness, which is great. They're going to wear brown, so every
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