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Offering Jaden

Offering - Jaden
[Intro]
We’re gonna jump right into this one...
Checka, uh-huh uh-huh
Whecka, wh-wha, checka—bucka!

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
What’s a heart broken?
You see her and you start choking
A dark open room, will Tony Stark open the door?
Hoping, he’ll take you out of this mess
Ain’t no way that you gon' live another day with this stress
But God bless, you walk and talking and you got flesh
You so fresh, you heal the world with singular steps
I got next, I don’t need to talk to my reps
My Star Trek’s lastin forever, I’m breathing like the weather
Me and you together, these are bonds I’d never sever
I am James Bond, what’s going on? It’s very clever
Top secret, drug bust, the cops keep it
The streets weepin, and the ones at the top see it
Grey cement, tree saps seeping the baby teething
That’s the city on the weekend—screw the planet, leave it
Interstellar, before I was into Stella
Into hella Odd Future videos before I had a Vimeo
'Fore I was in the city with my bros, wearing silly clothes
This how the story goes
You know I’m gonna tell you all the truth
That’s why we inspire the youth, that’s why it’s so important
That’s why I said no to those endorsements
That’s why I let my friends buy the Porsches cause people at our doors hiding out in Trojan horses
That’s why we got these torches, last thing I want is corpses
But the thing that really bothers me is when these Corvettes
Pull up to my doorstep and tell me something corporate
About my dang foreskin—man, shut up
My family’s not a circus
I told my dad to move the whole tribe down to Europe
Where there’s less Siri and a little more syrup
Maybe the doctors there'll know how to cure us
Maybe they are less serious, maybe they’re different
Maybe they don’t think we’re delirious
We’ll be close to the pyramids, we'll make a stop at Giza
Until they say we need you to renew all of your visas
‘Wait dad, you told me we were born on planet Earth'
My dad said, "To beat the system, understand it first"
My dad’s an inspiration, I respect the man at work
And everything you say is something that you can’t reverse
Something that you can’t rehearse
Someone that you can’t converse with
Like your clean pressed shirt, mess it up; wasn’t on purpose
I am a rhythm surgeon, sorry I am insurgent
Divergent; Zoë get on the phone, it’s urgent
No furnishing in the crib, just burning my fists
Tryna figure out what life is, I didn’t write this
How do you like my high kick, pass me the ball, I’ll spike it
Really likin this nitrous oxide, give it to me until i’m cockeyed
Got my spinach now I’m feelin like I’m Popeye or Pappy
I don’t know, get at me, I’m outro
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