Bell bottoms, hell's got him, you're so afraid
They oughta, find father, lay in the shade
De nada, I'm a scholar, chasin' the grades
Hey Papa, hey Mama, I'm gettin' paid
She's your reflection
Stop gettin' jealous
God's watchin' over you
Don't be overzealous
You could never be black or white
They always fall in the grey
I got a fire like acolyte
And it'll stick to the grave
Fine china, my kinda, let's keep it brief
White lighter, I'm a liar, never a thief
Street fighter, late nighter, leaves like a breeze
Bike rider, day hider, walkin' the beats
She's your reflection
Stop gettin' jealous
God's watchin' over you
Don't be overzealous
You could never be black or white
They always fall in the grey
I got a fire like acolyte
And it'll stick to the grave
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Bell bottoms, hell's got him, you're so afraid
They oughta, find father, lay in the shade
De nada, I'm a scholar, chasin' the grades
Hey Papa, hey Mama, I'm gettin' paid
She's your reflection
Stop gettin' jealous
God's watchin' over you
Don't be overzealous
You could never be black or white
They always fall in the grey
I got a fire like acolyte
And it'll stick to the grave
Fine china, my kinda, let's keep it brief
White lighter, I'm a liar, never a thief
Street fighter, late nighter, leaves like a breeze
Bike rider, day hider, walkin' the beats
She's your reflection
Stop gettin' jealous
God's watchin' over you
Don't be overzealous
You could never be black or white
They always fall in the grey
I got a fire like acolyte
And it'll stick to the grave
They oughta, find father, lay in the shade
De nada, I'm a scholar, chasin' the grades
Hey Papa, hey Mama, I'm gettin' paid
She's your reflection
Stop gettin' jealous
God's watchin' over you
Don't be overzealous
You could never be black or white
They always fall in the grey
I got a fire like acolyte
And it'll stick to the grave
Fine china, my kinda, let's keep it brief
White lighter, I'm a liar, never a thief
Street fighter, late nighter, leaves like a breeze
Bike rider, day hider, walkin' the beats
She's your reflection
Stop gettin' jealous
God's watchin' over you
Don't be overzealous
You could never be black or white
They always fall in the grey
I got a fire like acolyte
And it'll stick to the grave
Writer: Brodie Larimore
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