Kendrick Lamar - Complexion lyrics

Complexion (two-step) Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love) Complexion (two-step) It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love) Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun Give a f** about your complexion, I know what the Germans done Sneak (dissin') Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field n***a I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down Even if master listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to mention Complexion (two-step) Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love) Complexion (two-step) It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love) Dark as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the mornin' Sun Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run Sneak (dissin') Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field n***a I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down Even if master's listenin', I got the world's attention So I'mma say somethin' that's vital and critical for survival Of mankind, if he lyin', color should never rival Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken By different shades of faces Then wit told me, "You're womanless, women love the creation" It all came from God then you was my confirmation I came to where you reside And looked around to see more sights for sore eyes Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with Complexion (two-step) Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love) Complexion (two-step) It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love) You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it Let me talk my Stu Scott, 'scuse me on my 2pac Keep your head up, when did you stop? Love and die Color of your skin, color of your eyes That's the real blues, baby, like you met Jay's baby You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue green and grey All my Solomon up north, 12 years a slave 12 years of age, thinkin' my shade too dark I love myself, I no longer need Cupid And forcin' my dark side like a young George Lucas Light don't mean you smart, bein' dark don't make you stupid And frame of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!" Need a paradox for the pair of dots they tutored Like two ties, L-L, you lose two times If you don't see you beautiful in your complexion It ain't complex to put it in context Find the air beneath the kite, that's the context Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, ain't no contest If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed Ain't no stress, jigga boos wanna be I ain't talkin' Jay, I ain't talkin' Bey I'm talkin' days we got school watchin' movie screens And spike yourself esteem The new James Bond gon' be black as me Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea And it's all beautiful to me Call your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors ain't a thing Barefoot babies with no cares Teenage gun toters that don't play fair, should I get out the car? I don't see Compton, I see something much worse The land of the landmines, the hell that's on earth