D Scott - Th!nk (Prod. Blue Majic Beat Co) Lyrics

Ever wonder why there's racism in America?
Cause I did when I was young
Huh
Ever wonder why these new rappers
Steady totin guns
Maybe I'm the only one
Huh
Ever wonder why they hatin cause you out here doin something?
I couldn't be the one huh
I just think we got the blinders up and we missin somethin
Maybe I'm the only one huh

Walk outside I got my hoodie on
Mind my business
But the eyes still on
Don't believe that isis striking homes
Just somethin for the eyes to focus on
Media said put the blinders on
So accustomed to the status forms
Trumps election got us up in arms
But he's not pulling strings just trust me y'all

Conversation through the metronome
Cause without it they won't listen no
This niggas just think he is really woke
Conspiracies comin out his throat
Don't believe me you are right in fact
Look things up all on ya pretty mac
I'm still real confused let's take it back
Are private prisons takin all the blacks

Is there a cure for cancer here in fact
Where aids administered just for the blacks
Was willie Lynch's theory really true
Was thanksgiving just genocidal stew

I cop so kicks from Nike wit my dudes
But they be running sweat shops in Peru
I'm lookin really hard perusin through
I know too much my phone is clicking ooouu

Im tryna make you think some more today
That life is bigger than the surface waves
I sit at home and watch the world decay
I'm tryna make a difference hip Horay

Yeah
Cause I be feelin alone and I don't even know what to say
Yeah
I'm sick of feelin alone I just want me a lil bae
Yeah
But every girl that I talk to be feelin some type of way
Yeah
And maybe it's my fault
I'll help yall understand today

Young relationships
Complex in fact
Many factors throw it outta wack
Many people just be tryna smack
Other people just can't grasp the fact

I want you and you want me it's crazy
This is too good to be true
You crazy
You are too good for me that's a fact
But we all f*cked up and that's a fact

I'm not perfect
You're not perfect neither
Grow with me and I will never leave ya
Seduce my mind
I got the baby fever
Oh my girl you got me feelin lethal

Yes I jump around now that's a fact
How you go from guns to talkin smack
How you go from love right back to guns
All melodic metaphoric runs
Fluent in floetic hefty puns
Listen twice
And you might learn you some
Just a poet
Helpin out the young
Just someone who chose the smoking gun
Listen twice
You might just learn you some