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TEE - C.O.M.S Lyrics



TEE - C.O.M.S Lyrics




This is America, we living terrible it'll take more than a parable
Your life and mine aren't comparable living conditions turn us so hysterical
There are a whole lot of variables, our culture is celebrated
While the people are hated how dare our folk be so damn dope put in air quotes
How you f*ck with us but don't f*ck with us you'll take our style but it's f*ck niggas
It may take a while before it's gentrified in other words y'all are oven fried
I've had enough I won't duck and hide like shit sweet this ain't Duncan Hines you up
Shits Creek without a paddle, future decendants I'ma fight for mine
Got me f*cked up watching Television they telling lies so you can tell their vision
They try their hardest to cause division and the shit be workin I'm appalled at niggas
They'll forget it then it's back to business y'all breaking records let me call up Guinness
Y'all back to frying Karen bout her chicken they back to Killin, it's back to snitchin
Police called up cause you fell asleep cause you working hard to go get that degree
Can't even be great at a university without someone exposing their fragility
That fake shit don't even appeal to me probably contributes to your fear of me
And what I'll be I'm just getting started
(Well aren't you the life of the party)
Then I'ma grill out smile like hey with the grills out drink lemonade take the ribs out
Make me a plate then I pig out
I see you gonna hate go head wig out
It's all in your face listen here chile if I celebrate I'ma get loud cause other days I feel beat down
Blowing out smoke like ooh, Who are you f*ck out my face with that bullshit Alice
I'm too busy feeling the groove
You'll sit there ignoring bigger shit
I don't wave hi and you take offense I wanna live my life though I think you should get a life coach.

Yuh

There he go again he ain't supposed to win I mean look at him
Don't look like the type to have goals and shit no I don't know him, but I'll pass judgement
You know that you wrong as shit to judge me by The Color Of My Skin

Color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
Color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin
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This is America, we living terrible it'll take more than a parable
Your life and mine aren't comparable living conditions turn us so hysterical
There are a whole lot of variables, our culture is celebrated
While the people are hated how dare our folk be so damn dope put in air quotes
How you f*ck with us but don't f*ck with us you'll take our style but it's f*ck niggas
It may take a while before it's gentrified in other words y'all are oven fried
I've had enough I won't duck and hide like shit sweet this ain't Duncan Hines you up
Shits Creek without a paddle, future decendants I'ma fight for mine
Got me f*cked up watching Television they telling lies so you can tell their vision
They try their hardest to cause division and the shit be workin I'm appalled at niggas
They'll forget it then it's back to business y'all breaking records let me call up Guinness
Y'all back to frying Karen bout her chicken they back to Killin, it's back to snitchin
Police called up cause you fell asleep cause you working hard to go get that degree
Can't even be great at a university without someone exposing their fragility
That fake shit don't even appeal to me probably contributes to your fear of me
And what I'll be I'm just getting started
(Well aren't you the life of the party)
Then I'ma grill out smile like hey with the grills out drink lemonade take the ribs out
Make me a plate then I pig out
I see you gonna hate go head wig out
It's all in your face listen here chile if I celebrate I'ma get loud cause other days I feel beat down
Blowing out smoke like ooh, Who are you f*ck out my face with that bullshit Alice
I'm too busy feeling the groove
You'll sit there ignoring bigger shit
I don't wave hi and you take offense I wanna live my life though I think you should get a life coach.

Yuh

There he go again he ain't supposed to win I mean look at him
Don't look like the type to have goals and shit no I don't know him, but I'll pass judgement
You know that you wrong as shit to judge me by The Color Of My Skin

Color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
Color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin
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Writer: Thomas Worrells
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Written by: Thomas Worrells

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