On a Mission
Black Pride, baby
Yes, it's time to open my eyes
To understand all the things about me
You despise
Black pride, baby
Tell me who you want me to be
If I stop doin' flows
Are you eager to see
My Black Pride
Let me strip the hate from my soul
And let the butterflies rise
Like a thought from my prose
Black Pride, baby
Since beginning of time
When hateful motherfuckers tried to kill my mind
Mind, mind, mind, mind
You watched me hit the door
Watched me across the room
I'm on the dance floor
But my eyes are still on you
I know I'm killin' these jeans
You remember me wearing them, too
It's crazy, baby
But I'm startin' to think I'm needing you
What
I just might make a move
I see you with your date
Trust when I get in my groove
You're leaving here with me
One more shot, please, bartender
I need some liquid-nerve
'Cause I won't leave here
Until you say goodbye to her
Trust me, baby
I'm on a mission
And you best believe
I get what I want
You're on my list
You'll belong to me
Before the night is over
You'll be comin' over
You'll be comin' over
Turn on my Southern charm
And you don't have a chance
Now I got you on my arm
You're askin' me to dance
Let's go
My slow wind puts you in place
And you're thinking just like me
So ask what I'm doing later
It's over your mind, baby
You seem a little shy
So let me ease your mind
Trust me, honey, I won't bite
Just go for what I like
Now you're gettin' in my groove
Yeah, you're jumpin' on my train
So go tell old girl
You'll probably will never see her again
Trust me
I'm on a mission
And you best believe
I get what I want
You're on my list
I get what I want
You'll belong to me
Alright
Before the night is over
Before the night is over
You'll be comin' over
You'll be comin' over
Go, Alycia
Hello, Ms. Robinson
Really glad to meet you
Don't you know
Toot, toot
Wobble, wobble
You was throwin' that shit
Ain't gone lie
I was frontin' like I'm born again
Yes, I'm born again
I don't wanna' sin
But then the Moon turned around
And said
I'm still your friend, hey
We gone talk about this again
I don't care what they thank
We gone own the stank
Can't intimidate what we got
Boy, it's hot
Back up off me motherfucker
For I blow yo' spot
All you hatin' ass niccas
Go track a thot
When it comes to your life
I think you're lost
When it comes to my life
Bitch, I'm the Boss
No Ricky Ross
Got steak and sauce
Black Pride
Yes, it's time to open my eyes
To understand all the things about me
You despise
Black pride, baby
Tell me who you want me to be
If I stop doin' flows
Are you eager to see
My Black Pride
Let me strip the hate from my soul
And let the butterflies rise
Like a thought from my prose
Black Pride, baby
Since beginning of time
When hateful motherfuckers tried to kill my mind
Mind, mind, mind, mind
You watched me hit the door
Watched me across the room
I'm on the dance floor
But my eyes are still on you
I know I'm killin' these jeans
You remember me wearing them, too
It's crazy, baby
But I'm startin' to think I'm needing you
What
I just might make a move
I see you with your date
Trust when I get in my groove
You're leaving here with me
One more shot, please, bartender
I need some liquid-nerve
'Cause I won't leave here
Until you say goodbye to her
Trust me, baby
I'm on a mission
And you best believe
I get what I want
You're on my list
You'll belong to me
Before the night is over
You'll be comin' over
You'll be comin' over
Turn on my Southern charm
And you don't have a chance
Now I got you on my arm
You're askin' me to dance
Let's go
My slow wind puts you in place
And you're thinking just like me
So ask what I'm doing later
It's over your mind, baby
You seem a little shy
So let me ease your mind
Trust me, honey, I won't bite
Just go for what I like
Now you're gettin' in my groove
Yeah, you're jumpin' on my train
So go tell old girl
You'll probably will never see her again
Trust me
I'm on a mission
And you best believe
I get what I want
You're on my list
I get what I want
You'll belong to me
Alright
Before the night is over
Before the night is over
You'll be comin' over
You'll be comin' over
Go, Alycia
Hello, Ms. Robinson
Really glad to meet you
Don't you know
Toot, toot
Wobble, wobble
You was throwin' that shit
Ain't gone lie
I was frontin' like I'm born again
Yes, I'm born again
I don't wanna' sin
But then the Moon turned around
And said
I'm still your friend, hey
We gone talk about this again
I don't care what they thank
We gone own the stank
Can't intimidate what we got
Boy, it's hot
Back up off me motherfucker
For I blow yo' spot
All you hatin' ass niccas
Go track a thot
When it comes to your life
I think you're lost
When it comes to my life
Bitch, I'm the Boss
No Ricky Ross
Got steak and sauce
Black Pride
Credits
Writer(s): Alycia Miles
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