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lyrics
When I sat down to write this song, I was tryin to ask you why you do what you do, but then I realized, I was just talkin to myself,
Look
I ain’t really the fightin type
But I been fightin all my life
Wakin up, cold sweat, in the middle of the night
Shakin off them streets, shrill women and strife
I’d rather just stay up late drinkin, thinkin
Livin with this pen when I’m inkin
These thoughts out, you can tell it’s thought out
I been planning this shit far out, but all they hear is far out
Guess I’m trippy nigga nasty
Always been the type to take Mary Kate over Ashley
Always been the type to snag them drugs when they pass me
Grabbin on your ass cheeks, your momma say I’m classy
Honestly, honestly, I’m astonishing
Jottin down these Odysseys
Do you follow philosophy?
Are you on to astronomy?
What type of games you playin?
What’s the foundation for all them things you sayin?
You know you just shootin in the dark, right?
Confidence a lil boosted of that hard white
All night you ain’t make no sense
You know the first step is self acceptance
Pac told me we could change this earth
But you know we gotta change us first
Pac told me we could change this earth
But you know we gotta change us first
And I ain’t tryin to be rude, but
I aint tryin to be you, so
Why we suffer for the sins of our father?
Why we suffer for the sins of our father?
I claim my independence
I gotta own my space
All these polices and preachers and teachers
Tellin me that I should know my place
Ain’t no mixed kids in them textbooks
That interracial love is invisible
Everybody scared of their differences
But everybody caught up in the physical
That’s an equation for confusion
I see the devil goin all out
There’s a war goin on outside
And we just livin in the fallout
Lord, please, lead your people out the wilderness
We been lost in the desert for years
We got love and strength and willingness
So brother, sister, hold my hand
Before you know it, we’ll be home again
Yes, brother, sister, hold my hand
Before you know it, we’ll be home again
And yeah I’m trying to be rude
But I ain’t trying to be you, so
Why we suffer for the sins of your father?
Why we suffer for the sins of your father?
Lady Lash delivers a spellbinding blend of quiet storm R&B, industrial-tinged synth pop, and experimental hip-hop on her commanding new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 24, 2021
