Lyrics:
black, and white
Then she understood where she was
She was in his soul
After realising, she stopped falling down
And looked around
She was herself in
have all things yesyesyes
I have all things yesyesyes
I think that this rhythm is given by my pace
I have the very fast step right now
So clearly I'm not
down
Common Sense is in your town
I said come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town
I stagger in the gatherin'
Possessed by
how I feel
Never laid back, gotta make a quota, if it ain't a high roller keep that pussy sealed
So motherfucker can you buy that? At the rhythm
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
And if white people are superior I was delivered by the stork
Taught me that I was superior
Others are inferior, but what's important is the interior
solid this the new rap, no disrespect to the greats of the past
Might as well quote me on that, now move on back and bitch run the cash
Tic Tic Boom
Leanin' so hard that I might hurt my back (my back)
Black as hell in Off-White
If she bad, I might get her a flight
Me and Rucci do her good for a night
right
What's all this talk that nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
This
us back to Tulsa, man
Yeah, look out, Tommy
Little bee sucks the blossom, big bee gets the honey
Darkie raises the cotton, white man gets
Making money onna road
Stackin up
Every destination
So much blue bands
They can't fold
But my eyes red
I been blazing
I can't lose
Blue eyes white
the spirits of the great nameless white emcees who came before me:
fred durst
aaron carter
kevin federline
ommm
Chorus (2X)
Chorus double time + Outro
and to and through
As he spilt out his words he was going back and forth and back and forth
He was listing off my sins one by one
And the thing was he was telling
Hey Honey, it’s me
It’s cold and dark in here
So please, I need to hear your voice
Call me back...
Don’t wanna die, sinister figures are walking
Yo
5,6,7 to the 8
Woke up this morning and I'm feeling super great
Hopped out the bed with a smile on a face
Got this roof over my head and this food
to escape 'cause in this same place I'm not feeling so great
Surrounded by thoughts of these people that hate
With this day and age I'm not feeling so safe
dreams is simple
A Gucci pair of jeans round my ankles
So honkey why you scared
When I'm by the ATM?
It's okay, better give him cash than be him
White
it fast pace
Shoe lace, come untied from broke ankes
Betta give it all you got, be great
Crossover, step back, shoot it all in you face
Got that O,
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
as projected all hoe's effected by this style
i mack like goldie
go back like the oldie
much a goodie
pullin R 'n' B bitches wearin hoodies
they dont be knowin
still
Materials can't replace what you lack within, Im still passionate
And every song so different when I hit them with the rhythm
Had to switch it up
on a cold night
Line after line, know we ain’t on that old white
Keep it tight
Boy I’m the man, rhythm and blues
How my aura looking mixing up the yellow with
Just like Sister Funk, my hot rod has a great trunk (ooh-back-it-up)
You gotta move, gotta groove, gotta light that funky fuse
To know what your worth,
And feel the beat
Oh Lord
Let me reach out
To feel Your heart and know
That it's in rhythm with mine
So I reached out and felt life come back into me
So I
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