Texty

Black African I don't need an apology I writing to these fans but these fans keep on watchin me Every single move I'm making The risk I'm taking That's a small price to pay for all the things I call freedom I'm rocking vans no verbatim I'm Running through the strands and the city And the autumn and spring stop complaining You can't play play him Hold on g well you should pay him Chris stop my biceps warm, or am I latent So tied to my identity I might choose To only pass black skin genes on and navy shoes I'm the one you looking at me damn how can he lose? I'm the one you cannot see when it's dark outside Regardless baby tell me what it feels like Is it the one that I can't hide I was stuck in on my mind oooo Regardless baby tell me what it feels like nooo Is it the one that I can't hold I've been stuck in on my own oooo Black panther all black you cannot see me My principalities hidden upon your tv (But you know I smile for a while) No glue of mine could even try and bind two No dictionary could even try define you (But that's fine for now) It's a death of a new age, I'm spooking at the sky I see this pink and white I'm looking at the ground and all I see is this balack and yellow Regardless baby tell me what it feels like, is it the one that I can't hide I was stuck in on my mind oooo, regardless baby tell me what it feels like nooo Is it the one that I can't hold I've been stuck in on my own oooo Regardless baby tell me what it feels like, is it the one that I can't hide I was stuck in on my mind oooo, regardless baby tell me what it feels like nooo Is it the one that I can't hold I've been stuck in on my own oooo
Writer(s): Chiko Chinyadza Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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