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Crayon Song
04:56
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Verse 1 - Bobby Woody
We living in different colors.
Pieces of a bigger picture
I'm young and I gotta get it.
They preach that to us like it's a scripture
feelin like I'm back in first grade.
Rainbows, but the pot of gold is fake.
Roy G. Biv got the lucky charms.
I'mma share it with the homies in open arms
Red. Orange. Yellow. Black Purple. Green. Turquoise.
Don't wear the wrong color. don't want you to get hurt, boy.
I'm really not a fan of the violence.
Same violence that got Malcolm X silenced and exiled Napoleon to that island.
I landed on a nice violet.
Rolling through a flower bed just tryna close my eyelids.
I wonder what a rainbow looks like. Is that diversity?
Don't want to be a poster child for the brochure of my university.
Reminiscing times from when my mom's car was burgundy.
Back when yo skin tone wasn't the only thing to irk the beef.
Ya mom ain't love you if your crayon was RoseArt
Or maybe in this world she had a bad start.
maybe made a baby with a nigga w/ a bad heart
and making up alone for the fact that you a bastard.
That's ard. The painting can't be what it seems.
He's a richer shade of blue. She's a brighter hue of green.
The art was cool for a sec, but one white stroke came in between
The loveliest of textures only Ronald Reagan had forseen
Colorless crayolas dick riding the wave?
I'm tryna Alan Free you niggas acting like New Slaves
Put a 64-color box on a new hey day.
Then put that pic up on my fridge like "mama Look what I made"
I'm saying
Hook
Everybody Do the Crayon
Verse 2 - Weswill
Different shades of colors.
We can thank our mothers.
We can thank our fathers,
But I don't even bother.
They say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
I ain't have that mentality during my youth.
Everybody gotta fellowship. Just for the culture and not for the hell of it. Man I'm enjoying every drop of melanin specially when I see something I can settle with.
Skin tone, black cherry.
The police a pull you over for the shade of ya pigment and that's scary
They witness this rap but not this college degree.
First nigga pulled out the whip and question Its probably me.
Pull out the guns and claim protection so I better not flee.
Cause I fit the description of niggas at robbery scenes.
Flowin. Goin through motions.
daily devotions.
with my old friends.
Constantly thinking and wondering when am I gon win
Heart Blacker than Bernie Mac. There was no turning back when I was bullied
And I don't blame my guidance counselors they ain't Understand me fully
My mama screaming black boy fly.
And She know they tryna clips my wings.
My daddy screaming why oh why
Cause he know did not raise this king. (x2)
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2. |
Phoebe
03:54
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Hook:
Phoebe won't you tell me that you love me like you do
We could hit the carnival or chill right afterschool
I could ditch my homies. You ditch Helga we'll be cool.
I'm just shootin buckets. Shit, I might be crushin' too
Verse 1:
Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe. I'm so glad you came to see me.
I could be Egyptian King and you be Nefertiti. Sike
We too broke to go back to Africa
A Marcus Garvey reincarnate hoping that he black enough
Great great grandma might've been a queen,
But that wealth never passed over the Atlantic seas. Sike
You fuckin wit them them hoteps anyway
So come hang witcha boy and we could catch a bite any day
I would take you to Never's and I would hope that you never
Realize that I'm a scrub. Just realize my endeavors.
I reify the idea that that this don't have to be secret,
but that's the way that we'll keep it if that's what's keeping you sleeping.
if we find out
if you find out that I know
maybe we should find out
maybe i should find out
Hook
Verse 2:
Stop playing. Don't waste my time 2k17.
I seen my picture in yo locker and I know what that mean.
My heart is about as red as Stinky's shirt is green.
And my football headed friend let stomach butterflies fly in between
I'm just confused. I'm a high stakes dude with nothing to prove.
We just two kids. Lemme ask. What we got to lose?
Self-absorbed friends. Helga never ever ask about you.
and if They see us, girl, tell me what they gon do?
If they find out
if they find out how we feel, ya know
maybe they should find out
Sike, you know they'll never let us steal that show
Hook
Phoebe won't you tell me that you love me like you do
We could hit the movies or stare at stars on the roof
I could ditch my homies. You ditch Helga we'll be cool.
I'm just shootin buckets. Shit, I might be crushin' too
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3. |
Goofy
03:55
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I've got myself a notion
We're here for the same reasons
I know you don't wanna see me
Both our friends said this be fun, and I can't help it
I'm still tryna be my own 3 AM
said I can't help it
I'm still tryna figure out how we could still be friends.
But when I see you
I just gotta tell myself that I don't need you.
I get the anxious feeling of a newfound freedom
We grew so far so far apart we're different people
And that's Nostalgia
I miss the way things were before I was without ya
Glance eye to eye every day I was so about ya
I miss being being around ya.
Verse 2:
Always think I have it solved, but I'm the only one I fight
I try to numb away my sins, but that's the darkness in my light
Here for the friends, for the fam, for the fun.
you came along. you the one that I want
but you ya own person deserving of personal space
from a person you said that you hate
and that i respect
My guy and yo girl getting outta here next. I just got the text
Let's reconcile before we the ones left
forced to speak on it and karma, but yeah
when that come up.
Just remember that a nigga on the come up
You know it's bout to be a crazy, fucking summer
I'm praying on karma, my nigga I aint stunting
Come and one up
but when I see you
I still gotta tell myself that I don't need you
I'm not the reason that we hang with different people
i still miss you i just i just i don't need you
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4. |
My Boo
03:05
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Boy you should know that
I've got you on my mind
Your secret admirerI've been watching you
Hook:
At night, I think of you
I want, to be your lady, maybe
If your game is on, give me a call boo
If your lovin's strong, gonna give my all to you
Verse 1:
Hey Jessica Rabbit. I heard you're back at it.
Back to old habits. This time don't go tragic.
I heard you found a nigga. I hope he make you happy
She text a nigga back like Roger that.
I go back to blacking out.
I go back to BoJacking off in that sadness
Bo Jackson. Bat sense into a nigga's head
Before her old friends do the same shit with lead.
My boo my boo you was.
I miss you, girl, but that don't matter
We all gon die one day.
We all just pieces of atoms.
We all woulda bit that Apple.
I too am just like Eve.
Prolly woulda bit the hand that feeds if it's feeding distractions to my peace
Hook
Bridge:
At night, you can call me. You can text me, baby
You still got my number. You still drive me crazy
At night, you can call me. You can text me, baby.
You still live down the street. Why I ain't seen ya lately
Verse 2:
Either you're in or your old. You win or you don't.
You go for the gold. I miss ya ass, but I won't
Let you know more than a few subtle lines in a song. alignment is wrong.
no quiet like the Silence of storms.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Let's expand, but like should I mention
That I'm not too good at speaking feelings
Inside Out is me outside sinning
I said I don't give a shit. // I don't mean that.
You be cooped with him // And I see that
I start to pretend // I believe that
I don't give a shit. // Don't believe me
Rollin round the whip. // Joints with Edy.
Nothing really helps. // I ain't talking.
I been stalking Facebooks kinda often
Running from the problem into other problems
outro:
why i ain't seen ya lately
you still live right down the street
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5. |
Blast Off
03:41
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What the hungry catepillar say
Verse 1:
I'm not tripping, but if I'm falling I'll be flying
How can you live that fast and be this grounded without gliding
Speeding past your alabaster companions. Wally West, but blacker.
Wallabee Beatles plus one before Sector V was established a boss ass bitch.
good ass kid. great ass job.
You deserve the best. They back break you down. We remain proud.
They stole from our cocoon. Pimping us hungry caterpillars.
Painted their trashcans gold and then called shit a pillar.
Got mad when our coons pillaged. Got mad when the coons raged.
Let the CVS blaze. All they could do was gaze at the gaze from the gates. make em mad
Show your true colors then bla- bla-bla-blast Off
NASA
I wonder what they expect from me.
Success or death from me.
on my tombstone written illegibly
Phonetically. Near my pedigree
Don't expect to get the best in me
unless you expect to get the bulletproof vest vested in me OFF.
I scoff at your old iPod unless it bumps my song
Hook
Blast off Blast off.
Can't go back home.
Blast off. Blast off
ain't that bad tho
Blast off. Blast off
Take me to new lands
Blast off. Blast off.
Make me a new man
Verse 2:
I'm just a spec on a spec on a spec on a spec
A man on a planet with no plan of going home til I'm gone.
I meant, not til I'm on. Rocking off with moon rocks with space
You can see me flying past Vega looking so out of place.
Determined to meet my maker. Determined to be a creator.
Be wary of an infiltrator. No worry. I'm Zim's Invader.
God, don't you see that I'm fire. Krabs rev up the fryers
Me and Milo riding panda Phantom Tollbooth. Tock ticking killing Time
Your dog's dying on our accord. drive a Honda you can't afford Fusion with me and Vegeta might be a lord.
Until then I'm tryna meet the Lord. Hit the spaceship to see the Lord
I wonder if He believe in us. Should I follow the drinking gourd?
I used to have these dreams. I thought that I could see the future.
Then the future came through and then I started Deja vu'ing
Stop assuming that we stupid. Larry Hogan. That's your hubris.
Nixon blasted us to the Moon and made black holes of black humans.
Hook
Outro:
Blast off. Blast off. We're in too deep
Space, but there's still not enough of that in between
The place where I'm starting and the star where I'm a king.
The unpromised land where I'm a star. Not a peon or in between
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6. |
At My Funeral
03:05
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Hook:
Yall better be shaking that ass at my funeral.
Nonblack kids don't get no nigga pass at my funeral
Blunts, balloons, and bottles in the back at my funeral
Why the fuck you niggas so so sad at my funeral?
x2
Verse:
It's lit like crosses burned in Alabama in the 60's
Hanging like my ancestors. They didn't let all of them see 60
This just reality. I might not see 60
Fuck. Addie Mae Collins ain't get to see 16
Partying in parliament for people that ain't get to peep their prom dress
Girls who ain't get to choose to be mom's yet
16th street wasn't a bomb threat
Got niggas snapping like Stevie Steve.
Imagine that nigga at 16.
Homey, we got history.
You think I forgot about what you did to me?
Why every time you play a show the whole spot just go BOOM BOOM?
Every time that you walk in you walk in you light up the room room
Write these sad ass rap songs and put it on happy beat
Fuck my guilt and fuck my feelings if the mixtape giving y'all happy feet
But I hope you get the message.
I hope you do respect it.
I am not a teacher
Just a receiver of the lessons
A nigga might be struggling
But I'mma keep on hustling
Take over the world with a smile on my face.
That's my weapon of mass destruction.
Hook
Bridge
Don't you shed no fucking tear at my funeral
Ain't no reason to be sad at my funeral
We getting lit just like I'm back
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Bobby Woody Baltimore, Maryland
part of the generation that got internet access way too soon
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