Paroles de Black Popstar
Oh no, here I go, yo, yoGot a attitude, snapback
Never like to show that side
So I try to let it ride like an ol' school Pontiac
Saw what you said, but I'm focused on the bread
Shopping sprees make me feel better, I ain't mad
Overnight stays when I go see my babe
Gotta put the lingerie in a duffle bag
Added on more like I ain't got baggage already
Yeah, yeah, I'ma hurt my back
E never lied, Badu on my ride
Got a lot on my mind like her double hat
Did it anyway, like, "Chick you okay? You be doing dumb things, you a dingbat"
Adam live in theory, you just added to the query
I be thinking like Jazmine, "The heaux back"
People get mad, they be laughing, kiss my ass
Nah, nah, um, um, I don't do crack
Been drug through the mud
Tryna show a little love like Ty money sign
They don't sing back
Marian Jones, I coulda ran rap, hmm, they asked for they ring back
But when they kill us in the street
Bang, bang wit' the heat
What!
Rap who they ask back These heaux-ass nigga ain't got no Cartier
Black Hollywood came to your city looking pretty
And your bitch don't know how to act
As I find mine in my DM
Ion ride, Ion even fuckin' see 'em
'Cause they all say the flow Van Gogh, bitch, I'm black, I'm a damn museum
You put the right nigga on the wall
You know the South gon' ball
I put Chanel on the flower on lapel so they can smell a real nigga when they meet 'em
Sometimes, you just get tired of feeling
And you just wanna go have fun
You wanna numb it all
If you ain't crying 'bout it, what you doing? We dancing through it
If you ain't crying 'bout it, what you doing? We fucking through it
If you ain't crying 'bout it, what you doing? We smiling through it
We laughing through it, we joking through it
Suppression
But I was told the only way out is in
Said, at some point, you gotta face it
Let's talk about it
Gotta put the lingerie in a duffle bag
Added on more like I ain't got baggage already
Yeah, yeah, I'ma hurt my back
E never lied, Badu on my ride
Got a lot on my mind like her double hat
Did it anyway, like, "Chick you okay? You be doing dumb things, you a dingbat"
Adam live in theory, you just added to the query
I be thinking like Jazmine, "The heaux back"
People get mad, they be laughing, kiss my ass
Nah, nah, um, um, I don't do crack
Been drug through the mud
Tryna show a little love like Ty money sign
They don't sing back
Marian Jones, I coulda ran rap, hmm, they asked for they ring back
But when they kill us in the street
Bang, bang wit' the heat
What!
Rap who they ask back These heaux-ass nigga ain't got no Cartier
Black Hollywood came to your city looking pretty
And your bitch don't know how to act
As I find mine in my DM
Ion ride, Ion even fuckin' see 'em
'Cause they all say the flow Van Gogh, bitch, I'm black, I'm a damn museum
You put the right nigga on the wall
You know the South gon' ball
I put Chanel on the flower on lapel so they can smell a real nigga when they meet 'em
Sometimes, you just get tired of feeling
And you just wanna go have fun
You wanna numb it all
If you ain't crying 'bout it, what you doing? We dancing through it
If you ain't crying 'bout it, what you doing? We fucking through it
If you ain't crying 'bout it, what you doing? We smiling through it
We laughing through it, we joking through it
Suppression
But I was told the only way out is in
Said, at some point, you gotta face it
Let's talk about it
