Problems rose goblins
Out of moshing
Now on a billboard
River jam on the middle man
Sit a nigga down to get a sip for it
In a riddled town wanna split it now
Better calm it down
Gotta pay awards
I don't wanna get wild
I need a cookout
Big momma style
Country accent
With a foot broke off in it
Paper plates dented
Uncle bragging 'bout his wagon
That definitely rented
Better stop
I sound cynic
See we past analytics
Since Jesse got gout
We stopped swimming
Ain't seen the cousins in a minute Uh
Ain't seen my aunties in a minute
Why can't we group up
When did we all get splintered
But if I make it out then we'll all be winning
On Earth Wind and Fire
September getting put in
We gon' do what we gotta do
No matter the fears
Nya imma' see ya next year
Amarionte imma' see ya next year
Sam send me that beat
Muhammed, I need that feature
I know you preach
So I'll bleep words
Hiyah you a freak
But I respect the grind
I miss the old you un-tattooed every time
And to my Grandma, that'd catch me lying
I'm sorry in advance for not telling you
About Alex ahead of time
Why?
Well it's simple
Black family stereotypes
African roots
It's one thing to date white
But its another thing to date a guy
Outta' my mind
Seen too much tv
To assume you won't ever love me again
I
Miss a house of dark complexion
But I'm not changing my direction
Cause someone cares about my erection
It's a blessing to have you all on my side
Just in time for a cookout
For a cookout
Why can't life be that simple
Where I can pop up like pimple
And see rice and beans in my bowl
Does pride trump my soul
Surgerical in our ritual
I see my troll as I bridge tho'
I don't know what I can miss
When I miss 'em every time
I know
See my skull
Might see mo'
They don't write my memoir
And see same gleam in Lagos
Be lost in the Migos
I be Ibaka in the post
If they pause happy people
To play more trap
Ain't we old negros
Why can't life be that simple
Where I can pop up like pimple
And see rice and beans in my bowl
Does pride trump my soul
Surgerical in our ritual
I see my troll as I bridge tho'
I don't know what I can miss
When I miss 'em every time
I know
See my skull
Might see mo'
They don't write my memoir
And see same gleam in Lagos
Be lost in the Migos
I be Ibaka in the post
If they pause happy people
To play more trap
Ain't we old negros
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Problems rose goblins
Out of moshing
Now on a billboard
River jam on the middle man
Sit a nigga down to get a sip for it
In a riddled town wanna split it now
Better calm it down
Gotta pay awards
I don't wanna get wild
I need a cookout
Big momma style
Country accent
With a foot broke off in it
Paper plates dented
Uncle bragging 'bout his wagon
That definitely rented
Better stop
I sound cynic
See we past analytics
Since Jesse got gout
We stopped swimming
Ain't seen the cousins in a minute Uh
Ain't seen my aunties in a minute
Why can't we group up
When did we all get splintered
But if I make it out then we'll all be winning
On Earth Wind and Fire
September getting put in
We gon' do what we gotta do
No matter the fears
Nya imma' see ya next year
Amarionte imma' see ya next year
Sam send me that beat
Muhammed, I need that feature
I know you preach
So I'll bleep words
Hiyah you a freak
But I respect the grind
I miss the old you un-tattooed every time
And to my Grandma, that'd catch me lying
I'm sorry in advance for not telling you
About Alex ahead of time
Why?
Well it's simple
Black family stereotypes
African roots
It's one thing to date white
But its another thing to date a guy
Outta' my mind
Seen too much tv
To assume you won't ever love me again
I
Miss a house of dark complexion
But I'm not changing my direction
Cause someone cares about my erection
It's a blessing to have you all on my side
Just in time for a cookout
For a cookout
Why can't life be that simple
Where I can pop up like pimple
And see rice and beans in my bowl
Does pride trump my soul
Surgerical in our ritual
I see my troll as I bridge tho'
I don't know what I can miss
When I miss 'em every time
I know
See my skull
Might see mo'
They don't write my memoir
And see same gleam in Lagos
Be lost in the Migos
I be Ibaka in the post
If they pause happy people
To play more trap
Ain't we old negros
Why can't life be that simple
Where I can pop up like pimple
And see rice and beans in my bowl
Does pride trump my soul
Surgerical in our ritual
I see my troll as I bridge tho'
I don't know what I can miss
When I miss 'em every time
I know
See my skull
Might see mo'
They don't write my memoir
And see same gleam in Lagos
Be lost in the Migos
I be Ibaka in the post
If they pause happy people
To play more trap
Ain't we old negros
Out of moshing
Now on a billboard
River jam on the middle man
Sit a nigga down to get a sip for it
In a riddled town wanna split it now
Better calm it down
Gotta pay awards
I don't wanna get wild
I need a cookout
Big momma style
Country accent
With a foot broke off in it
Paper plates dented
Uncle bragging 'bout his wagon
That definitely rented
Better stop
I sound cynic
See we past analytics
Since Jesse got gout
We stopped swimming
Ain't seen the cousins in a minute Uh
Ain't seen my aunties in a minute
Why can't we group up
When did we all get splintered
But if I make it out then we'll all be winning
On Earth Wind and Fire
September getting put in
We gon' do what we gotta do
No matter the fears
Nya imma' see ya next year
Amarionte imma' see ya next year
Sam send me that beat
Muhammed, I need that feature
I know you preach
So I'll bleep words
Hiyah you a freak
But I respect the grind
I miss the old you un-tattooed every time
And to my Grandma, that'd catch me lying
I'm sorry in advance for not telling you
About Alex ahead of time
Why?
Well it's simple
Black family stereotypes
African roots
It's one thing to date white
But its another thing to date a guy
Outta' my mind
Seen too much tv
To assume you won't ever love me again
I
Miss a house of dark complexion
But I'm not changing my direction
Cause someone cares about my erection
It's a blessing to have you all on my side
Just in time for a cookout
For a cookout
Why can't life be that simple
Where I can pop up like pimple
And see rice and beans in my bowl
Does pride trump my soul
Surgerical in our ritual
I see my troll as I bridge tho'
I don't know what I can miss
When I miss 'em every time
I know
See my skull
Might see mo'
They don't write my memoir
And see same gleam in Lagos
Be lost in the Migos
I be Ibaka in the post
If they pause happy people
To play more trap
Ain't we old negros
Why can't life be that simple
Where I can pop up like pimple
And see rice and beans in my bowl
Does pride trump my soul
Surgerical in our ritual
I see my troll as I bridge tho'
I don't know what I can miss
When I miss 'em every time
I know
See my skull
Might see mo'
They don't write my memoir
And see same gleam in Lagos
Be lost in the Migos
I be Ibaka in the post
If they pause happy people
To play more trap
Ain't we old negros
Writer: Zavion Pollard
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