Rainbow Bap
Do you see it?
He was a lost boy with rhythm
Heart broke SYRE has risen
Look at the stars it's all written
Just hold the applause, I'm just gettin' started with it
It's not hot enough in the kitchen, they sayin' it's it
I guess I'm the one thinking different, I'm slick with it
A lotta chains, man, I'm Slick Rick and I don't pivot
I'm like Pippen hittin' six swishes in six seconds
Autonomous whippin' while whole colonies are poverty-stricken
Young n- they ain't stoppin' and drippin'
The way I dribble the rock
They gotta watch how the rocks are glistenin'
Blood diamonds, ancestors fighting with colonist
Know your history inherit the confidence
It's apparent and obvious
I'm the young KRS in your providence
And this air that we are breathing is conscience
It's every lyric is prominent
(I feel it)
Just another cold morning in Paris I know
I wish I was takin' you home
And I ain't takin' the long train no more
You don't care about me and it's tough girl
And I'm trying to feel your love
But I'm not f- up enough
Man, what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you n- I'm home?
Girl, I ain't finna lie, you gorgeous
We should go to Malibu, let's go to Florence
Rainbow on your aura
Girl, you soakin' up the sun like a tourist
Another plane, she an explorer
I'm drinkin' and tellin' her things I'm not sure of
Cancún to Angora couldn't find more of a wavy baby
We endin' our month in Bora Bora
All this time and you're still on my mind and you know
(Yeah)
Girl, I ain't tryin' to leave I'll be right back
Left the crib without a top, need a night cap
I'm just looking at the stars from a path
I'm serious and get with you the lyrics are all facts
They pop off, you tell 'em, "Relax"
I drop off the bars and dash let the sunset in the back
And the boy is light as a feather in fact
At least we can be together now forever
But if we can fly through a pink sky we would never go back
Just another cold morning in Paris I know
I wish I was takin' you home
And I ain't takin' the long train no more
You don't care about me and it's tough girl
And I'm tryin' to feel your love
But I'm not f- up enough
Man, what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you n- I'm home?
We were 17 years old at Cartier we had to cop
Floatin' in my room, you made feel like I'm an astronaut (astronaut)
N- mad how I acrobat the vocabular
And they're wack, these facts just ain't adding up
And I'm back with a math rap
It's like the boy invented the abacus
Less of a rapper more of a strategist
Gotta know that money can't buy happiness
You gotta have a long arm still in the hills throwin' up charcoal
Sh- ain't change n-
I'm still the saddest kid up in the game
Thinkin' about you girl I do that everyday
Thoughts I was having blew that sh- away
When I call you I still don't know what to say
Just another cold morning in Paris I know
I wish I was takin' you home
And I ain't takin' the long train no more
You don't care about me and it's tough girl
And I'm tryin' to feel your love
But I'm not f- up enough
Man, what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you n- I'm home?
Higher the view
I wish you could see how it feels
Took three shots, don't drip-drop
Quick one-on-one, thought I'd never last
Do the math, baby do the math
I've been waitin' for it, since I seen you last
Say you down for it, down to ride
But I called a cab and
Girl, I know you smilin'
Movin' away for a while
Oh girl, your actions don't speak loud and clear
In the dark, we both don't want me to cry girl I know
F- this, gonna burn six checks
Get a new necklace, I ain't missin' no texts
Girl, you such a sweet wave, you're my new secret
Baby girl, you're lying my pillow seen me cry all night
Make peace with you, I try
I never got to say goodbye
I'm somewhere in the sky
Singing twisted lullabies
He was a lost boy with rhythm
Heart broke SYRE has risen
Look at the stars it's all written
Just hold the applause, I'm just gettin' started with it
It's not hot enough in the kitchen, they sayin' it's it
I guess I'm the one thinking different, I'm slick with it
A lotta chains, man, I'm Slick Rick and I don't pivot
I'm like Pippen hittin' six swishes in six seconds
Autonomous whippin' while whole colonies are poverty-stricken
Young n- they ain't stoppin' and drippin'
The way I dribble the rock
They gotta watch how the rocks are glistenin'
Blood diamonds, ancestors fighting with colonist
Know your history inherit the confidence
It's apparent and obvious
I'm the young KRS in your providence
And this air that we are breathing is conscience
It's every lyric is prominent
(I feel it)
Just another cold morning in Paris I know
I wish I was takin' you home
And I ain't takin' the long train no more
You don't care about me and it's tough girl
And I'm trying to feel your love
But I'm not f- up enough
Man, what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you n- I'm home?
Girl, I ain't finna lie, you gorgeous
We should go to Malibu, let's go to Florence
Rainbow on your aura
Girl, you soakin' up the sun like a tourist
Another plane, she an explorer
I'm drinkin' and tellin' her things I'm not sure of
Cancún to Angora couldn't find more of a wavy baby
We endin' our month in Bora Bora
All this time and you're still on my mind and you know
(Yeah)
Girl, I ain't tryin' to leave I'll be right back
Left the crib without a top, need a night cap
I'm just looking at the stars from a path
I'm serious and get with you the lyrics are all facts
They pop off, you tell 'em, "Relax"
I drop off the bars and dash let the sunset in the back
And the boy is light as a feather in fact
At least we can be together now forever
But if we can fly through a pink sky we would never go back
Just another cold morning in Paris I know
I wish I was takin' you home
And I ain't takin' the long train no more
You don't care about me and it's tough girl
And I'm tryin' to feel your love
But I'm not f- up enough
Man, what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you n- I'm home?
We were 17 years old at Cartier we had to cop
Floatin' in my room, you made feel like I'm an astronaut (astronaut)
N- mad how I acrobat the vocabular
And they're wack, these facts just ain't adding up
And I'm back with a math rap
It's like the boy invented the abacus
Less of a rapper more of a strategist
Gotta know that money can't buy happiness
You gotta have a long arm still in the hills throwin' up charcoal
Sh- ain't change n-
I'm still the saddest kid up in the game
Thinkin' about you girl I do that everyday
Thoughts I was having blew that sh- away
When I call you I still don't know what to say
Just another cold morning in Paris I know
I wish I was takin' you home
And I ain't takin' the long train no more
You don't care about me and it's tough girl
And I'm tryin' to feel your love
But I'm not f- up enough
Man, what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you n- I'm home?
Higher the view
I wish you could see how it feels
Took three shots, don't drip-drop
Quick one-on-one, thought I'd never last
Do the math, baby do the math
I've been waitin' for it, since I seen you last
Say you down for it, down to ride
But I called a cab and
Girl, I know you smilin'
Movin' away for a while
Oh girl, your actions don't speak loud and clear
In the dark, we both don't want me to cry girl I know
F- this, gonna burn six checks
Get a new necklace, I ain't missin' no texts
Girl, you such a sweet wave, you're my new secret
Baby girl, you're lying my pillow seen me cry all night
Make peace with you, I try
I never got to say goodbye
I'm somewhere in the sky
Singing twisted lullabies
Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Bell, Jaden Syre Smith, Omarr Rambert, Brian Dong Ho Lee, Nick Stoubis, James Chul Rim
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