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Humbled,
Rolling over bodies in that tundra
Makeup on my face,
To hide the sadness in my slumber
Tired of idols and my rivals,
Ducking smoke,
I'm here to rumble
I might end up on the news or
Hanging from a noose
That strange fruit taste like Billie Holiday
I'm blacker than the god you hate
The chains of slaves came with hella greys
The skies full of death or great odds
No disguise, here's a snake I ate
Had a belly full of problems, here's my karma
Starving artists in a small-town bracket
And an ass like Janet Jackson,
But her face is plastic
These white fans I never wanted,
Though they love my black skin
Till it's time for passion,
Of the Christ I'm chucking
Doobies at my pastor,
Felt the rapture in his scully cap
Icy, sorta like my veins,
In that window chasing pain
Curing those who come after,
My body's in that casket
Voice raspy cause the blunt smoke
Ash it, then I ghost her
Caught Casper in a denim jacket
Stab him,
All alone in that pale moonlight
If the devil touch my hips,
I'll break his heart by the night
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Humbled,
Rolling over bodies in that tundra
Makeup on my face,
To hide the sadness in my slumber
Tired of idols and my rivals,
Ducking smoke,
I'm here to rumble
I might end up on the news or
Hanging from a noose
That strange fruit taste like Billie Holiday
I'm blacker than the god you hate
The chains of slaves came with hella greys
The skies full of death or great odds
No disguise, here's a snake I ate
Had a belly full of problems, here's my karma
Starving artists in a small-town bracket
And an ass like Janet Jackson,
But her face is plastic
These white fans I never wanted,
Though they love my black skin
Till it's time for passion,
Of the Christ I'm chucking
Doobies at my pastor,
Felt the rapture in his scully cap
Icy, sorta like my veins,
In that window chasing pain
Curing those who come after,
My body's in that casket
Voice raspy cause the blunt smoke
Ash it, then I ghost her
Caught Casper in a denim jacket
Stab him,
All alone in that pale moonlight
If the devil touch my hips,
I'll break his heart by the night
Rolling over bodies in that tundra
Makeup on my face,
To hide the sadness in my slumber
Tired of idols and my rivals,
Ducking smoke,
I'm here to rumble
I might end up on the news or
Hanging from a noose
That strange fruit taste like Billie Holiday
I'm blacker than the god you hate
The chains of slaves came with hella greys
The skies full of death or great odds
No disguise, here's a snake I ate
Had a belly full of problems, here's my karma
Starving artists in a small-town bracket
And an ass like Janet Jackson,
But her face is plastic
These white fans I never wanted,
Though they love my black skin
Till it's time for passion,
Of the Christ I'm chucking
Doobies at my pastor,
Felt the rapture in his scully cap
Icy, sorta like my veins,
In that window chasing pain
Curing those who come after,
My body's in that casket
Voice raspy cause the blunt smoke
Ash it, then I ghost her
Caught Casper in a denim jacket
Stab him,
All alone in that pale moonlight
If the devil touch my hips,
I'll break his heart by the night
Writer: Greta Boney
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