TSA x NSA

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Six foot-0
Every single one of my clique is white, skinny, and about six-four
I don't even kick it with brown folk
I could do the butterfly stroke in the water, they drown slow

My shit pitch black
You won't even see me in pics with blonde chicks
'Cause they misuse flash
Lip sticks out
You won't even see me at shows, right
If they don't have lights and float mics

I don't even matter, unless it's about music
Box myself in cubes like I'm Rubix
Except on shots, their faces all be the same damn shade
Dark side of the moon
Life nothing but a gradient
And you can shade me in and act shady
Then maybe you might just catch my feel

They ask me where I'm from
I say, "Oh I don't really know"
I bet my motherland and my Nana's getting real fucking old
Can't you tell, can't you tell
By the color of my soul?
Can't you tell, can't you tell
By the color of my soul?

Yeah, they ask me where I'm from
I say, "Oh I don't really know"
Born in India, and I stand out like some real fucking gold
Can't you tell, can't you tell
By the color of my soul?
Can't you tell, can't you tell
By the color of my soul?

Mmhmm
Doo doo doo doo doo (Soo-oul)
Doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo, doo, doo (soo-oul)

Goddamn
Jiminy Cricket, my lifeline looks bad, bruh
Lemony Snicket the bigger brown mother- what, what, what up B
Yeah I'm almost black saying what up G
Fuck ugly, need a little shave
Probably gonna cut up, please step back
Or this shit might get ugly
White girl shake your thang
Put your butt up, bump like duh duh duh duh duh

Working at the gas station sweeping for the Big
Never been ass chasing, never been as wasted
As these high-class Beverly bitches
Are getting tax payments, oh please
I'm on max with these bills, shit
Living paycheck to check
That's why, every once in a while I check this mic
To one day get a check to spend shit direct, fuck

But you don't know my name, my name (no)
I'm in line
TSA, TSA
Please, don't touch me (Don't touch me bro)
Don't touch me (Don't touch me brubru)
Don't touch me (Brubrubrubrubru)
Don't touch me (bru- bruh bruh)

But you don't know my problems, my problems
I have them
NSA, NSA
Please, don't watch me (Fuck off, yeah)
Don't watch me (Fuck off)
Don't watch me (Get the fuck out)
Don't watch me (Mhmm)
Don't watch me

This my skin and I'm stuck in it
Dark denim looking tough in it
Ain't tucked in a button up shirt, that's loose
Never had a dental, damn got a bent-ass tooth

So many fucks think I worship cows and milk goats
Look like I work at Ralph's
Oh yes, of course, tech support
Bred some horses, led some forces to attack white houses

Scum of the Earth, fucking vermin
Brown kids in the states like Jews to Germans
Bruise their burning, use for learning purposes
The work shifts, the late nights, the murder

Cruise the shit which confuse a person fused with Hindu
Do I speak the language? I do for sure, but you should learn
Expand your world perspective, damn prove you're worth it

Don't watch me

But you don't know my name, my name
I'm in line
TSA, TSA
Please, don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me, yeah

But you don't know my name, my name
I'm in line
TSA, TSA
Please, don't touch me (Don't touch me, bro)
Don't touch me (Don't touch me, brah)
Don't touch me (Don't touch me, naw)
Don't touch me (C'mon now y'all come on)
Yeah