Lyrics:
for whatever she wants to do
She might start an institute
She might put poor kids through school
My stake in Roc Nation should go to you
Leave
Men of affairs, women with power
Satellites talking, to clatter our lives
Banks of predictions, policies made
Prophecies broken, violence deranged
a pleasure, it gets sexual, women lemon complexion
Quick connections, then ejections, my love is so ambidextrous
I'm a genius, imperfectionist, specialist in
watch, that's why I feel like the Hoff
Weren't gonna wait for no institute not to gimme a job
These critics giving me bollocks, that's why I give 'em my
the glow of a '61 vintage
Just as the day is dimming
With every intention of surrendering
To fifty-foot women
Who put the fascination back into my
Shadows are my friends
And the light hates my face
It hides behind the clouds
In its institute of grace
And our children warm their beds
With dreams
Pardon my ambition
But I'm about to start petitioning
The institute should pay me back tuition
For my impact
I'm awaiting competition
Musta missed em
a sedative
Success becomes the cause of this effect, abuse the medicine
You thinkin' you can let 'em in, partake in buildin' excellence
The serpents come in
apprentice, style un-inherited
Laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is excellence
Whenever in the presence, eyes get wide
I'm the town hero 'cause my
It's a breakout
At large
Wuhan
Institute of virology
It's uncontainable
My God
Brought to the streets
To the cars
To your mom and pops
To your doctors
That's the level of excellence that he holds himself to
Success is not an accident, success is actually a choice
It ain't accidental success is
lines to make the
Women all flock to
The lover, figher, a gracious host
Chillin' most, from coast to coast
Not causin' no static, I'm just a rap addict
Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society being at all relevant to women, there Remains to civic-minded,
of this shit)
Dirty 30, workin' on me
Tired of women that may tag me in pictures airin' my dirty laundry
Caterin' is from Giorgio Baldi, Robyn's favorite
example of gentle jazz syncopation.
Later, The Supremes: A perfect name for three
Divine Black women who broke the sound
Barrier for Motown, singing
links and gold chains
I'm immune
We don't claim you
You do white palettes too
I'm purely Brune
My name show my elegance
Black excellence
Nigerian
the ladies could attest to this.
Sucking on my realness, fall in love w/ all my excellence.
Jessica to Desiree. Elizabeth & Brooklyn.
Stephanie & Emily.
the ladies could attest to this.
Sucking on my realness, fall in love w/ all my excellence.
Jessica to Desiree. Elizabeth & Brooklyn.
Stephanie & Emily.
Shootin' hoops, at the run and shoot The only shots known to keep you out that institute
Life in Tarboro, once my mother said I do
Introduce ello to them
On Excellence, now you know what it means
I gotta keep it low pro, you know what I mean
The data base got my tattoos on my I.D.
Tryna turn my reality into my
the low)
3 Women on me like the fates (Like the fates)
I get the cash and I go (And i go) huh
I am not good I am great
If she looking like Alex Daddario, you
that boo hoo
See while you visioning water
This judge Excellence is dismissaling order and
When i'm in the booth
Feminise men and women and haters
All
that boo hoo
See while you visioning water
This judge Excellence is dismissaling order and
When i'm in the booth
Feminise men and women and haters
All
She real classy but don't mind the back seat
All women got a little freak in them you ask me
We hit 3rd base just like Alex Rodriguez
Well let me bring
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