歌词
Why did you come to stay in Hong Kong
You don't know then, what I'm doing here
I made it easy for her to leave, word to God
Five years a show, that's that old college try
4-20 blackbirds baked in the pie
Cut it open, they fly out alive (If it please the king)
In practice, avoid tryhard bammers tryna make the team
New n!ggas who just wanna hang
Pop up, whack-a-mole, I'm not in the picture frame
Embarrassed when you seen that
Tube of skin-lightening cream (If it please the queen)
She came like the wench, she wore sharp rings
First date but the picture on her easel was him, unsettling
But he old enough to know that what you get for meddling
Back still hurt but there ain't no more medicine
That's when the demon said, "Let us in"
Nowhere to hide, start Jeckyllin'
People walk 'round like weren't nev' gon' be a reckoning
Lemon rind to the ash, black roses in her lap
Give him his flowers, squiggly lines coming off the bags
Still wrapped like it's a fad, still drift off, thinking of the past
Snapback
Lemon rind to the ash, black roses in her lap
Give him his flowers, squiggly lines coming off the bags
Still wrapped like it's a fad, still drift off, thinking of the past
If they laugh at the wrong time, I'm on the direct flight to South Africa
I've been wasting time since the back of the aero Acura
The politics in space, colonialism, and Bram Stoker's Dracula
Two doors down where Curly Castro
I've been at it, this just fuccing padding stats
Padding stats
Body in the morgue, the spirit loiter
Give thanks, Lord, Yom Kippur
Bigger Thomas at the furnace, feed the boiler
Oily black smoke sour-sweet like meat burning
Blackface burnish, black hearse, black curtains
Or shadows like steeples on churches
Louisiana Purchase in the duffel, nervous
Conditions, he won't listen, he's riffing while I'm telling him stuff
Nodding like I'm listening, wondering when we gone
Hey it's fucced up because it's true
If they laugh at the wrong time, man, I'm going to South Africa, man
True
First-class the whole way
No check bags
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