Self

歌手: Noname • 专辑:Room 25 • 发布时间:2018-09-14
作词 : Fatimah Warner
 作曲 : Fatimah Warner
Maybe this the album you listen to in your car
When you driving home late at night
Really questioning every god, religion, Kanye, b***he
Maybe this is the entrance before you get to the river
I had him before the heathen no reason for you to like me
Maybe this your wifey just wanting a clean divorce
The baby ain't really yours,
That's really for babies teething
The chicken wings under-seasoned
Y'all really thought a nigga couldn't rap huh
Maybe this your answer for that, the crack era
The Reagan administration that niggas are still scared o
Nah actually this is for me
This one for TT at the lake serving the mac and the cheese
This one a small apology for all the calls that I screened
Mr. Money Man, Mr. Every Day He Got Me
Mr. Wifing Me Down, Mr. Me-Love, Mr. Miyagi
Miscellaneous, Mr. M***y Inside My Sake
Incredible, incredible emptiness in my body
Heaven's only four-feet tall, I set my ringer to it
**** your rapper homie, now his ass is making better musi
My nigga teaching ninth-grade Englis
My nigga wrote a thesis on colonialis
In conversation with a marginal system in love with Jesus
And y'all still thought a nigga couldn't rap huh
Maybe this your answer for that good shit
I know niggas only talk about money and good shi
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