Lyrics:
They say love is love, it doesn't matter who you are
No matter your gender, or the color of your heart
But for too long, some folks have been pushed
Lick a shot for my people
That get the easy money
Really easy to leave you
Don't be a dummy money
Actions always speak louder
Than words believe me
I'm sipping one for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out
One for the cameras out
rolling off my back like a book bag
Gave myself a test and I passed that
With flying colors like Nyan Cat
I'm the guinea pig and the lab rat
Mini gigs tryna
It's not that easy bein' green,
having to spend each day
the color of the leaves.
Well, sometimes I think it might be nicer
bein' red, or yellow,
So I forgot something man
I forgot how many people in here have the "And justice for all" album
Yeah, you're right
I counted and I was a few off man,
You should've been downtown (word)
The people are risin' (for real?)
We thought it was a lockdown, yeah (what?)
They opened the fire (damn)
Them
Beautiful people, beautiful people,
Beautiful people, beautiful people,
Beautiful people, beautiful people
Take a look around at all the people
People switch up for the dough
Money show up and they colors start to show
People show love do they mean that shit fs
Don't tell me nun cause your
I'm with the boyz in Amsterdam triping in our favorite coffee
People getting mad causing trouble like they knew me
Strong weed strong homie flying up
And I look at they faces in they eyes the pain is so clear
But the people that I called my friends they ain't even here
Crazy how quickly they forget
They move, they move, they move
From Lagos to Kumasi
From London to Accra
All my African brothers
Every day my people work, work, work
My people no de
the truth be told
Beat the beat up
Til it turns
The Color Purple
Whoopi Gold
George Ali
Who could whoop me though
If I'm ready to die
Like Brooklyn's own
Yeah
America the arrogant
The belligerent
Will live in infamy
We the people, for no people
Secure the blessings of tragedy
Do or don't we have established
Color future-vision
Red... For the angry young skinhead
With a gun stuck down his pants
And his hands wrapped around a gasoline can
Blue... For
for the New Jerusalem
Let people know you aint forget where you came from,
where you came from
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me
old country song
Jokes that they tell you
Might be off color
But sometimes that's just what you need
I like those people
And they like me
They
of white
The bright blessed day and the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
watch them grow
And they'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself oh what a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow so pretty
How can a non-musician discuss the future of music
From anything other than a consumer point of view?
These people make decisions for the bulk of us
clouds of white
Bright blessed days dark sacred nights
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colors of a rainbow so pretty in the sky
watch them grow
And they'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself oh what a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow so pretty
awfully?
So we're different colors, and we're different breeds
And different people, have different needs
It's obvious you hate me, though I've done nothing
young and beautiful, In love with no one
But yourself
Chorus
And people tell you you're pretty yeah
Your smile drives them crazy lady
You want
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