Letras
Lil white bitch gon' say
"You need to say something about that"
"You need to say some 'bout Black"
Bitch, suck my
Yeah
"You need to say something about that"
"You need to say some 'bout Black"
Bitch, suck my
Yeah
That ain't your religion, you just followin' your mammy
She followed your granny, she obeyed master
Did y'all even ask her?
Questions, it's holes in them stories
Is it holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message
I know I ain't got the answer, but I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all
Just to be a dancer
I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby
Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby
She followed your granny, she obeyed master
Did y'all even ask her?
Questions, it's holes in them stories
Is it holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message
I know I ain't got the answer, but I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all
Just to be a dancer
I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby
Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby
Crackin' light, broke porcelain, bitch
We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit
Them people try to twist my view, on some contortionist shit
I had to reevaluate what was important and shit
Finder's keeper's when you creep inside, my mind is madness
If I see peace, I'm like a fiend, uh, gotta have it
Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in
How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?
Y'all want us dead, just 'cause our skin is the Black type
Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right
What the fuck?
I'm tappin' the matrix, I'm back and they hated
I'm Black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig?
Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement
I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig?
What?
On God now
We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit
Them people try to twist my view, on some contortionist shit
I had to reevaluate what was important and shit
Finder's keeper's when you creep inside, my mind is madness
If I see peace, I'm like a fiend, uh, gotta have it
Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in
How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?
Y'all want us dead, just 'cause our skin is the Black type
Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right
What the fuck?
I'm tappin' the matrix, I'm back and they hated
I'm Black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig?
Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement
I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig?
What?
On God now
I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious
V12 engine, I'm fishtailing on some sloppy shit
Internet ringin', no lyrics up, like I hide this shit
What's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch
I was cancelled before cancelled was with Twitter fingers
Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger
I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit, didn't want to offend her
Apologize when I seen her, back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, just in
I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, nigga (say it with your chest, nigga)
Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this
Hit some protests and retweeted positive messages
Donated some funds, then I went and copped me a necklace
I'm probably a coon, your standards based on this evidence
Am I doing enough or not doing enough?
I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud
I feel like, anything I say, dog, I'm screwin' shit up (Sorry)
So I just tell these Black babies, they should do what they want
Freedom, need 'em
My niggas, seen 'em
Free 'em
Don't fuck with the law, like damn, Gina
So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds
And fire balls that make your family have to duck the fuck down
We frontline, we got the mazel tov that we can chuck now
'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a "what the fuck?" now
They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim
We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need
We done with pain and the grieving
Niggas is done with the peace
Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed
I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth
But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me
So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans
But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott
V12 engine, I'm fishtailing on some sloppy shit
Internet ringin', no lyrics up, like I hide this shit
What's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch
I was cancelled before cancelled was with Twitter fingers
Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger
I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit, didn't want to offend her
Apologize when I seen her, back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, just in
I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, nigga (say it with your chest, nigga)
Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this
Hit some protests and retweeted positive messages
Donated some funds, then I went and copped me a necklace
I'm probably a coon, your standards based on this evidence
Am I doing enough or not doing enough?
I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud
I feel like, anything I say, dog, I'm screwin' shit up (Sorry)
So I just tell these Black babies, they should do what they want
Freedom, need 'em
My niggas, seen 'em
Free 'em
Don't fuck with the law, like damn, Gina
So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds
And fire balls that make your family have to duck the fuck down
We frontline, we got the mazel tov that we can chuck now
'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a "what the fuck?" now
They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim
We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need
We done with pain and the grieving
Niggas is done with the peace
Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed
I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth
But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me
So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans
But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott
Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side
You know, with the T.I. lean
Y'all fake mad
Catch up, niggas
Gettin' y'all identity, huh? (Gangsta Grillz)
Go get a fuckin' hobby, shit
Ain't nobody perfect
Well, at least y'all ain't
You know, with the T.I. lean
Y'all fake mad
Catch up, niggas
Gettin' y'all identity, huh? (Gangsta Grillz)
Go get a fuckin' hobby, shit
Ain't nobody perfect
Well, at least y'all ain't
Compositores: Dominique Marquis Cole / Tyler Gregory Okonma
Descrição
Artista: Tyler, the Creator
Álbum: Call Me If You Get Lost
Data de lançamento: 2021
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