[Intro]
We were slept on
We left the [?], man, woah, hahaha
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Chastity all locked up
Feelings linger, but the finger all rocked up
I drop a jewel like your niece name
Breaking up all the bed frames 'til the police came
This the Black Star lineup like Marcus. The cargo
Is all the stardust that we spark up
They say the target is vegan chicks with the tofu
It's hard though, this the shit the gangstas smoke to
You taking up
All the space that's left in my heart, now I'm waking up
To a world you breaking apart, you trust the papers
And say I'm known for breaking her hearts, has God forsaken us?
A cuss is worth of these making it hard, well, we make love
You speak in colors, shoot a canvas on the paintbrush
You get submissive, but aggressive when you say somethin'
Tokin' like you need to wonder skin when you take blood
These other chicks, man, they faker than the lace front
Eyes is the window to the soul, but it's caked up
Sad face clowning, but they cover it with make-up
They keep hatin' 'cause the good fortune favor us
You hear this beat, it's like it's motherfucking made for us
We were slept on
We left the [?], man, woah, hahaha
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Chastity all locked up
Feelings linger, but the finger all rocked up
I drop a jewel like your niece name
Breaking up all the bed frames 'til the police came
This the Black Star lineup like Marcus. The cargo
Is all the stardust that we spark up
They say the target is vegan chicks with the tofu
It's hard though, this the shit the gangstas smoke to
You taking up
All the space that's left in my heart, now I'm waking up
To a world you breaking apart, you trust the papers
And say I'm known for breaking her hearts, has God forsaken us?
A cuss is worth of these making it hard, well, we make love
You speak in colors, shoot a canvas on the paintbrush
You get submissive, but aggressive when you say somethin'
Tokin' like you need to wonder skin when you take blood
These other chicks, man, they faker than the lace front
Eyes is the window to the soul, but it's caked up
Sad face clowning, but they cover it with make-up
They keep hatin' 'cause the good fortune favor us
You hear this beat, it's like it's motherfucking made for us
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