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midnight long

I been taking the time
to find where I wanna go
Had to take a step back
Since you said you was doing good
Without me by your side
But who am I

him

I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got the  John the Conqueroo
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
On by the hand
Then

Good to go on hood patrol for three cats
A DJ, producer and an MC cat
Caught word that they got that dope
Make you nod til your neck and back broke

I can tell just by your face this part of us been gone for so long
And I know there's no replacing what we had going on for so long
But when it

this all black Power Ranger
Skinny cuz, I be movin' like heavy weighters
Cuts on my hand, I been countin' all this paper
That boy, Jank, really thought

Flipped ya whole script, started rhyming about gunplay
Ya mom's a good woman she in church every Sunday
Ya sister is a model putting work in on the runway

clouding my vision, in fact
Sweet talked my ass
Saying how we'll last
Created fucking CandyLand
In my mind. I was the man
That was yours. You were the woman

to prove
Grabbed her by the hand, took my best chance
Said 'you're good looking, but I don't wanna dance
I didn't come here for romance'
No, she don't wanna

If all lives matter
Why not black ones?
If God said love
What about gay ones?
If it's a man's world
What happens to the woman?
If we all can't be good

I met my future, I've seen the woman of my dreams
We dine in the same restaurant, every day around a quarter to three
She eats a late breakfast, with

the frequent acts
Save the dog and kill the cat
Save the white man
Kill the black
Never fought a woman, then...
Body slam Sandra Bland
It's all bogus
I can't

me going through it
And we ain't even go exclusive
So I may as well ride right through it
Black Woman
Speak from the heart with my mind tied to it
But

Envision a younger me
Converse on and a baby tee
Kanye on my CD player
Admired beats by epmd
Daddy never phoned home
So I picked up when you called

Making news
Making moves
I'm the man now
White T black jeans
Still stand out
A lot of these haters all turning into fans now
A lot of these woman all got

a week in LA to get smoked out in Hollywood
Damn
You only hope he rest in peace
That he somewhere in the heavenlys
Me? Frightened by uncertainty
Like,

Gucci loafers black Italian leather
I told Briana to be honest you can get whatever
Because she held me down when I ain't have my shit together
1942 shots

Fairfax has
Personally met
In his last three plus years living in the North-east
Heilongzhang Provence Harbin China
If you are offended by these lyrics
Too

on 
Talked a big game 
But you never fucking caught on 

I deal in scandal
I'm a gun with the bloodiest black handle 
With a candle for every death brought by

Sitting on the corner of heartache blvd and good for nothing street
Woman comes along got a badge and a gun a uniform and a beat
Wants to know who

I went down to old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
They were serving drinks as usual
And the usual crowd was there
On my left stood steely

vibrate, we could migrate to a new state by the hillside
Prolly reside somewhere uptown when I touchdown hear the trunk sound like a drum line
Too fly for my

not doing what I'm good at
I gave it all to self-doubt in the dark
But this time, I will stop running
And finally take this woman for a ride
And I know

to tell you 'bout the time she was attacked
By a low flying saucer
And somehow the cat was black before that happened
Oh oh oh
If you're hurting let me know

a rhythm in my chest
Ever since you left it's been quiet on set
And my heart gone black like a damn silhouette
(Fuck)

I ride in a Civic, she still let me