Charles Hamilton - FWP lyrics

If I don't rhyme, pardon me

What I know about being hood? I don't
Know shit about being good kindergarden
Got a black mark what up Cleveland?
Creative Playrooms and shit breathing doesn't
Really happen when I
Gotta read in between these
Lines each time I do it
I find shit that requires movement of my Psy
(shit) black marks mean bad behavior i
Was always bad but a savior
A revolutionary amongst kids every
Time I got in
An argument they'd jumped in: "Charles is
Right!" "Charles is on a
Cross!" "Charles getting
Crossed isn't right!" So when I
Got crossed by my older cousin, I
Would hold it in my oven, my soul was
Disgusted with myself no more discussion
Hang myself with this belt 6th grade
Cut my wrist til I was
Pussin' puss first, then blood
Then wHAT?! I got a
Vision of a furry white, I got a
Vision of a furry, right, right, right
I'm so southern so err'night sure about
It? Well I ain't gotta worry, my baby

I don't know how to be fly
I don't even know if I'm fly
I just walk with my Silver strut
My Silver strut, my Silver strut
My Silver strut
Every night I put your pussy on a pedestal
Every night, right
I put your pussy on a pedestal
Every night I put your furry
White pussy on a pedestal
Every night I put your furry
White pussy on a pedestal

It's the a color of a cloud and
The lining of the dark pantomiming
But Hamilton's dying when the smartest comes
Up and says "You're an Artest
Not an artiste or an artist
So when you get pissed you want to give
A fan a hard hit" Fuck all
That i want to give you hard dick
While you chewing bubble gum saying, "Yo
What's all of this?" Didn't you
Make it? I consider you God
That's even further than me
Considering myself odd
You know the thought of it sometimes
I wish I thought of you and you
Could say you thought of it
Such a great idea: Have something as great as
The leaning tower of Piza and the Mona
Lisa guiding me by my leash and - Wait
A minute - It's only a game
Can we stand up?

I don't know how to be fly
I don't even know if I'm fly
I just walk with my Silver strut
My Silver strut, my Silver strut
My Silver strut
Every night I put your pussy on a pedestal
Every night, right
I put your pussy on a pedestal
Every night I put your furry
White pussy on a pedestal
Every night I put your furry
White pussy on a pedestal

Hold on, listen: You're a cloud
You're the lining around the dark
And you're the light
When I the dark who else can you be?
I'm excited to enlighten the part of
Which no other guy can
Depart themselves in, or from when
They get inside of you
Call it a foursome i'm
Counting four because I
Know one of them died i'ma ride beside
It every last thought you gonna find when you
Go through my mind is basically going
To be my bottom line
Gothic unless you're real
You're my God and I accept you're real
But - hold on, hold on - were those
Special heels? What the fuck was that
A button? All this is nothing without
You, fuck it am I safe
To doubt you? You're the
Dot on the letter B on the controller you're
The dot on the letter B on the controller i
Doubt you're gonna let it be if it's over
So I shout at you "Let
Me breathe!" like I'm Hova

I don't know how to be fly
I don't even know if I'm fly
I just walk with my Silver strut
My Silver strut, my Silver strut
My Silver strut
Every night I put your pussy on a pedestal
Every night, right
I put your pussy on a pedestal
Every night I put your furry
White pussy on a pedestal
Every night I put your furry
White pussy on a pedestal