Текст песни
Your flaws are beauty marks
Turn the lights on
If we do destroy
How can we fight on?
Right on (On on on)
Your flaws are beauty marks
Turn the lights on
If we do destroy
How can we fight on?
Right on (on on on)
Growing up with most the homies
That shared dreams like me
They're either passing trees
Or making trees
Lost roots and no degrees
No remedies
For that anti-freeze
Right on
And coming up the people
Closest to my ribs
Were serving bids
Thank God
My father Is there
Now without his kids
Never liked wearing frowns
Never been a clown
Selfie savage
Shoots and ladders
They all fall down
It's new world shit
And this is my arrival
The last shall be first
As it is in the Bible
You're out here
Doing the most
Even when I'm grounded
I still look like I float
You're still talking about
Whose basic
Labels and Dior
But it takes a great dreamer
To act with such grandeur
Of such
One is much too pure
To get caught in
That foolish allure
I much rather prefer a King's position
I was wearing boys' Nikes
Since I was slapped
By the physician
Babyface
And tomboyish ways
And the type of intellect that
You don't see nowadays
Yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
Your flaws are beauty marks
Turn the lights on
If we do destroy
How can we fight on?
Right on (on on on)
Your flaws are beauty marks
Turn the lights on
If we do destroy