Lyrics:
Barton Harlow
The Black Keys Brothers El Camino
Camp by Childish Gambino
Awaken My Love is amazing too
Modest Mouse Good News For People Who Love Bad News
killed in the street over tennis shoes
It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man
The homeless keep warm by settin fire to a trash can
Now everyday
comfortable at hand
Pen up in my hand
Thoughts up in my head
I just wanna make a million
And times that by ten
I'ma hit the High Times magazine
Instead
Wake up eh thing check
Gun by mi side a bad gyal deh in bed
The whole dominion show wi respect
1st Genesis tribe dem a seh the thing deh
Yow our enemies
time
Purple fire
Neon lights
Swear my life done came alive now it ain’t mine
Now I don’t drive
Now I just ride
Couldn’t slow down if I tried
Black
for their souls
The Empress stops, unable to read
Pained by memories
Pained that they're just memories anymore
Time does not heal, time only hurts
[Cee-Lo]
Mmmm.. this particular song right here is..
Dedicated to the black woman
And it doesn't pertain to all black women
Because some
an emcee in three like the Trinity
While rappers in search of identity
Century 21st burst blood vessels in my head caused by stress
I meditate from mental
Why Did I Ever Start Loving You?
By: S.T.S
The first time i saw your,
saw your pretty face,
those bright green eyes and short blonde hair.
My arms
)
Zigzag on the Black Road (Don't get comfy!)
Looking my-self in Syme-try (You so lucky!)
Young-st acting like a guinea pig (This street is so
of dawn
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life
And Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife
Over in the corner was a beat up grand
Being played by a big fat
Making G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies
Sipping Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shit
One-time searching me but never ever find shit
It's
prejudiced ass white folks
Not the cool white folks, and don't rob the black folks
I'm outta here
No remorseful, it's time I'm with the quickest
And if I
to the lab, I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
Keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
Day by day by day by day by day
The black is trapped by the larger green
Absorbed into its own bloodstream
The yellow begins to lick its lips with glee
paid in full for my time
‘Cause name a black artist that ever been taught
That’s what I thought
Cause all the art either stolen or shot
Misrepresented,
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
the phone
They take it personal, but only a minor few can understand
What a nigga feeling, 41st 'til I die motherfuckers
I'm still breathing, you a mutt,
In a place where sorrow was long served
The dark black lip of it
Settled into the dew of dawn
Curving around their necks
Where children
I like the passion you bring
Shorty check it out
You got me on a high
The way you like your lips
Caught me by surprise
Not afraid to speak ya mind
S-T-S with the fresh ties
My old school Monte Carlo n****, candy black
'Member my Ram Truck
My old school Cadillac
'Member my Benz that was black but
About time I drop the hearse off
Sweet potato gnocchi
Minnesota wild rice in the sky loft
I made myself my boss
I could never be employee
I gotta keep
restroom
Touching on her spine when she lies in my bedroom
I'll fuck her to sleep then time to grind on the next tune
Working so damn hard I don't know when
Lil grom been shredding on that local broady bank
Hittin it off the lip like im in a fish tank
Playin the xylophone like a big bank
Quick scope
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