Brown Skin Cinderella (feat. Baby Bea)
Momma on the phone pressing "Where are you at"
Pops is outside waiting till you get back
Apologies for a generation's hypocrisies
Just when I was sure they didn't doubt me
But this ain't about me
Brown skin Cinderella
The clock strike twelve and the bell gone break your spirit
Don't let them break your spirit
Brown skin Cinderella
Gotta get your ass back home
Open up slow so they don't hear it
You better pray that they don't hear it
No, no
I've been here dealing with this pressure like it's all on me
Where I'm finna go
I wonder where I'm finna be
A brown skin Cinderella
Just looking for her fella
Someone to hold me down
No matter what the weather
You flip a coin ask me "Baby, heads or tails"
In the moment, I ain't seen the test
But I guess that I failed I was looking for direction
But I let you take control
You a map, and I was the world
But somehow I lost my soul
So I need my backpack to backtrack
I gave you all of me, plus one but subtract that
And just like Kodak Black
My tunnel vision had me all about you
Give a fuck bout what you on
Now I know what I'm gone do
(A brown skin Cinderella
Just looking for her fella
Someone to hold me down
No matter what the weather)
(A brown skin Cinderella
Just looking for her fella
Someone to hold me down
No matter what the weather)
Momma on the phone pressing "Where are you at"
Pops is outside waiting till you get back
Apologies for a generation's hypocrisies
Just when I was sure they didn't doubt me
But this ain't about me
Brown skin Cinderella
The clock strike twelve and the bell gone break your spirit
Don't let them break your spirit
Brown skin Cinderella
Gotta get your ass back home
Open up slow so they don't hear it
You better pray that they don't hear it
No, no
(Get your ass back home, get your ass back home)
I can feel the urge leading to temptation
Get off my tip, I need relaxation
Shady niggas shady in the sun and the moonlight
Dangerous to assume, I can never be right
Careful with that before I leave you here in the subs
I bet it's hard to read into me like anime with no subs
No dubbing, I'mma tell you how it is on God
Treating kids like a monster under key with the lock
E told me family and blood was never the same
Even before the fame they put respect on the name
What about you
Trying to lecture niggas on maturity
While you sipping wine, locked out
Making me feel unsure of me
Nah I'm off that, you carry on
Brown skin Cinderella slipping the Air Max 97s on
Yeah
Bow Down
Pops is outside waiting till you get back
Apologies for a generation's hypocrisies
Just when I was sure they didn't doubt me
But this ain't about me
Brown skin Cinderella
The clock strike twelve and the bell gone break your spirit
Don't let them break your spirit
Brown skin Cinderella
Gotta get your ass back home
Open up slow so they don't hear it
You better pray that they don't hear it
No, no
I've been here dealing with this pressure like it's all on me
Where I'm finna go
I wonder where I'm finna be
A brown skin Cinderella
Just looking for her fella
Someone to hold me down
No matter what the weather
You flip a coin ask me "Baby, heads or tails"
In the moment, I ain't seen the test
But I guess that I failed I was looking for direction
But I let you take control
You a map, and I was the world
But somehow I lost my soul
So I need my backpack to backtrack
I gave you all of me, plus one but subtract that
And just like Kodak Black
My tunnel vision had me all about you
Give a fuck bout what you on
Now I know what I'm gone do
(A brown skin Cinderella
Just looking for her fella
Someone to hold me down
No matter what the weather)
(A brown skin Cinderella
Just looking for her fella
Someone to hold me down
No matter what the weather)
Momma on the phone pressing "Where are you at"
Pops is outside waiting till you get back
Apologies for a generation's hypocrisies
Just when I was sure they didn't doubt me
But this ain't about me
Brown skin Cinderella
The clock strike twelve and the bell gone break your spirit
Don't let them break your spirit
Brown skin Cinderella
Gotta get your ass back home
Open up slow so they don't hear it
You better pray that they don't hear it
No, no
(Get your ass back home, get your ass back home)
I can feel the urge leading to temptation
Get off my tip, I need relaxation
Shady niggas shady in the sun and the moonlight
Dangerous to assume, I can never be right
Careful with that before I leave you here in the subs
I bet it's hard to read into me like anime with no subs
No dubbing, I'mma tell you how it is on God
Treating kids like a monster under key with the lock
E told me family and blood was never the same
Even before the fame they put respect on the name
What about you
Trying to lecture niggas on maturity
While you sipping wine, locked out
Making me feel unsure of me
Nah I'm off that, you carry on
Brown skin Cinderella slipping the Air Max 97s on
Yeah
Bow Down
Credits
Writer(s): Bea Bee
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