Black & White

For my younger, nothing is enough for my younger

A thirst that cannot be quenched

Am I living out my dream or am I just awake but stuck in a slumber?

Uh, for my younger

Rock and a hard place squashed together, I'm stuck living under

I need a new nigga for this black cloud

To follow

Old hoes like, "Oh, you rap now?"

New hoes like, "Oh, you rap? Wow"

Me? I'm just here in the background

Tryna keep myself to myself

Steady tryna chase this wealth

Steady tryna put myself on the shelf

Just tryna meditate, meditate 'til I feel intact

Sorry, did I say meditate?

What I meant to say was medicate, anyway

Anyway, I've just taken a pill, so take what you will from that

I told my girl I'm ashamed I broke her heart

But she said it's cool, just make sure you build it back

She never said it's cool, maybe I shouldn't paraphrase

And maybe you should've ran away far from here

Far from here

And wherever you go, just know when it's dark

You can look up at the stars and see us

Look at you crying already

'Cause you know as well as I do when you're

Looking at a star that it's died already

Some things are too far to relate to

And even when it's close enough to grab hold

Of, sometimes you can't 'cause it hates you

Do you really hate me? Hate is a strong word

Appreciate is a long word

Can't we talk about this tomorrow?

I mean, I know it's getting late and you've got work

I hate arguing, but she knows that

Sometimes I think it would all be so simple

And balanced if she just got her own back

Kidding myself, we both know that

There's no way that I could forgive her

I could forgive her, forgive her

No, no, there's no way that I could forgive her

If she ever found it in herself to get even and do me like I did her

I love it but hate you

I love it though

I love it but still search for something that taint you

I fuck around

I fuck up, the blood is on you 'cause I blamed you

No money now

Or how we resemble, we're cut out of mother and father

And they don't have love for each other

I love it but hate you

I love it though

I love it but still search for something that taint you

I fuck around

I fuck up, the blood is on you 'cause I blamed you

No money now

Or how we resemble, we're cut out of mother and father

And they don't have love for each other

I love it though

There's nothing for you here

This was a bad idea, I fear

But it's not too late to run along

Run along, run along, my dear, my dear

There's nothing for you here

This was a bad idea, I fear

But it's not too late to run along

Run along, run along, my dear, my dear

There's nothing for you here

This was a bad idea, I fear

But it's not too late to run along

Run along, run along, my dear, my dear

There's nothing for you here

This was a bad idea, I fear

But it's not too late to run

She used to tell me how much she loved the Lear

But she never loved the liar

Something's burning, but not my ear

She can smell pants on fire

But you only smell smoke, but you can't smell fire

Only need I, don't ask why

No need for Y and you can't spell liar

She said, "You always have been a smartarse

But you can't work out emotions"

There is no black and white

There is no right or wrong

I said, "Baby, that rhyme was wrong

No, it did not rhyme at all

And I'm tryna write a song

Help me out, yeah, help me out"

She said, "No, look at you showing off on a dinner date

You're obnoxious, you irritate me to the point I am not to facilitate"

I said, "Oh wow, you're not just a pretty face"

'Cause you make 'em all laugh and they buss up

You say the wrong thing and it's fuck ya

Yeah, it's fucked up

Mum's looking at me like a fuck-up

'Cause I'm 23 and I can't make a meal from scratch

Yet I'm sitting here telling her, "It's cool

Mum, it's cool, I'ma make me a meal from rap"

Some things are too far to relate to

And even when you feel that you can start believing

Sometimes you can't 'cause it ain't true

It ain't true

I love it but hate you

I love it though

I love it but still search for something that taint you

I fuck around

I fuck up, the blood is on you 'cause I blamed you

No money now

Or how we resemble, we're cut out of mother and father

And they don't have love for each other

I love it but hate you

I love it though

I love it but still search for something that taint you

I fuck around

I fuck up, the blood is on you 'cause I blamed you

No money now

Or how we resemble, we're cut out of mother and father

And they don't have love for each other

I love it though

A vintage black and white television

Seems as if you're doing something special

We are determined as a group that what has

Gone before should not be lost and forgotten

Well, a lot of the early televisions used to catch fire

Uh, 'cause we, quite often the TV was on

The table in the window near the curtains

The TVs weren't terribly well made and they'd

Overheat and catch fire and set alight the curtains