JID, Eryn Allen Kane, Ravyn Lenae - Lauder Too lyrics

JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.

[JID, Eryn Allen Kane, Ravyn Lenae - Lauder Too lyrics]

Uh, tryna find a way to like, not overstep
But it's really just me, yo
It's somethin', I gotta, whatever
Uh, look

Pardon me but a part of me lookin' for more
Givin' my heart, my art, my artery
What do you want? More
Minority boy black, lookin' for joy
They snatch it, lookin' back
Part I paint it for
But I'm tapped
I lap tap water and tap dance
In tabernacles before the Lord
The pattern is null and void
Not gonna void the words that
Come with the voice
Inside of my head, I'm sick of the noise
So be a bigger nigga
Put your finger on the trigger
As you're lookin' at the mirror, mirror
Mirror on the wall
And let that bitch rip
'til your backbonе flip
And know the cracks don't give
No black fuck 'bout y'all
Just your ass, your hips, your
Lips, my dick tip
My black balls
Dribblin' and dippin' em in your jaw
Scribblin' word rhymеs
The crowd givin' applause
But in my spirit
I feel it that they don't hear me at all
Nigga, my nigga, look at the
Bigger picture, we flawed, okay
Cool
You pickin' up figures, nigga, we proud
You paid dues
But now you gotta do what you
Can and can't abuse your power
Let's come up with a plan
And we pursue and devour
But don't get shit fucked up
I be in the forefront with the .45
Don't front
Back then, right now, last week, next month
Backseat, shotgun, don't run, got one

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Tell me, ain't a thing, baby
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
No matter what you say, no
Matter what you do
Get high
This shit is traveled, I'll stand beside ya
(Oh)
Demons, head in the battle
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Oh)

Yeah, pardon me but a part
Of me lookin' for more
Givin' my heart, my art, my artery
What do you want? More
Majority push packs, they unemployed
Part of your past straps, the
Crack come in the stores
Consume
Boarded windows
Chosen boardrooms and bored negros
Nothin' to do but war wounds and more vigils
Candlelight moon, the more women
The more widows
Lookin' for food without a
Dude and four kiddos
But fuck it
I'm sick as fuck and I
Told you motherfuckers no recoverin'
Kickin' up and I'm coughin'
And spittin' legitimate love
Like a drug lord in the slums
Lookin' for information on who the plug
On the black pipe, black gloves, black night
Black baby
Go and keep it wrapped tight
Give a brother a hug and not a slug
(That's why)
If ever trouble should come, we never crumble
(That's why we been down for life)
Got a weird feeling that enemies on the way
Give a little energy, anything motivates
Come around, namaste, now you down
Don't be afraid
Just keep that fear locked out
Come feel the love, feel the love right now
Feel the love, come feel the love
Feel the love right now
Rain down, come feel the love
Feel the love right now
Feel the love, come feel the love
Come feel the love right now
Come feel the love, come feel the love
Come feel the love, come feel the love
Gotta feel, gotta feel the love
Gotta feel the love right now

Until the ocean dries and dies
Just rest assured the Sun will come
So close your eyes and ease your fears
Just let me whisper in your ear
Forever more, forever more
Ever more, forever more

Hm, hm-hm
Hm-hm, hm
Let go, let it go
Hm, hm-hm
Hm-hm, hm (Oh, oh, oh, hey)
Hm, hm-hm
Hm-hm, hm (Hey, hey hey oh, oh, oh, hey)

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