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at the joggers as they jog on by
Are ya scared of the bubbles in the big blue sky
Do you guard the base from the burglars
Do you know what I'm sayin are you really

your body on mine
Mine
Ok now brown skin
I can't tell where yours ends
I can't tell where my begins
India Arie and them
Playing in the background
You hit

Cause they pussy just like these bitches
But once thing I know for sure I don't fuck with none of these bitches
Can't no friend ever hold me down
All my

wasn't adding to my wealth i let it faze out
Don't take no mess
Like James Brown
Yea
Get down im the boss now
Yea
I feel good i can't help but smile
I came

social butterfly
Always incognito out with some other guy
She hold me down like an anchor uh
God damn near drowned my ass
She must think I'm a banker uh

And more that nature produced abundantly
We'll gaze at the views so comfortably
As we hold hands to the music lovingly
In my Trailblazer, doing some hell

be proud
Bettah not tone down; turn up
We come in all shades of blue blacks And browns
They all spectacular every race adoration
Some people don't know

Barbossa and Thanos right now
I told my nigga Genie push it we'll figure it out
Holla at me Millie, if you need Bobbi Brown

I never listen to these rappers

the movie (Fade in)
Put you on sushi (Cut scene)
Strawberries in the jacuzzi
Ain't nothin' better
My brown sugar forever and ever (Dig n Sanaa)
It's whatever,

Ready for murder hebbz, I heard you Had an itchy finger
A few c-notes will hold their breath Longer than an oprah Singer
Hop in the civic I've been

holes in their backs, necks broken by knees
They’re pressed firmly down until we no longer breathe
I watched them, daily,
I’m thinking one day, maybe
I’ll

that
And despite the fact
That I was letting
All my past sins hl
Hold me back
You showed me that
Nothing is impossible
Inside your arms
And everything is

ion stress
Love you like the one above
Girl you holy in my eyes
Babygirl I got ya lemme hold you when you
When you cry
We gone always be together

the circumstances still the same
Whether it’s Martin Brown Arbery or Floyd
It paints a view on being American to black men and boys
Try to speak in positive ways

to focus
I'll stop spitting syllables
And start making words
This is what my voice sounds like
This is my appearance
These are the beliefs I hold for now
But

Can we just spend 
One more night
Next to the mistletoe 
Right by the fire place
Hold me until you feel warm enough
Cuddled up in my arms
Wouldn't

hatin
Hoes got no training

Girl you look amazing
I'm not complaining
Your mood brightens up my day
Even when it's raining

She 5'7
Brown skin
Ooh girl

that's right

Yeah, I told her to get with the program
Yeah, I told her to do it with no hands
But all she wanna do is hold hands
Look, baby, I ain't tryna

on your brown and white eyes
As we move through traffic lines nice
And slow
I get
I get
I get
I get
I get hypnotized by that shine
You focus on the the road

I ain't even know it could snow in the District
You feel me
*Parkeway got me in this MF!*
110 on the 405
You could smell the weed when I'm sliding by

Aye
Back to the jungle I
Wanna see in my life time
Thinking bout all my my my
Family hold tight
Hoping it's all right
Hoping it's all right like
I I

colder by the week
Said baby won't you lie to me
Some more about this over-hanging tree
Like no branch will ever break or shed a leaf
Like it never started

to sell weed to my high school  teacher
No I don't tick and my crown don't neither
Need me a model like brown skin Eva
No grey tings I don't go Ibiza
(Yo yo

man
She don't give a shit
If a saint man becomes a crane man
Stereotypes, have a look
I'm a mother fucking brave man
I got chased and attacked by black