Mick Jenkins - Sunkissed lyrics

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Mick Jenkins - Sunkissed lyrics

[Verse 1] (It's 18 hundred ways you can take the...) It's 18 hundred ways You can take the truth straight to the face Better keep up pace If you drinking this fam Couple shots and that be it fam Keep it thorough as a New York borough Frankincense and myrrh haven't sent these gifts We legit fam, take a look at who you took from Look at love [Chorus 2x] You love my style You love my skin That melanin (4x) [Verse 2] Y'all can't just front on us n***as no mo' Police can't keep pulling these triggers Won't go for that sh** much longer Good smoke, lungs stronger Damn near breathing underwater Damn near feeling just like Peter Damn near walking on this sh** until I falter Joint rolling need a filter But I don't spit it with a filter Brita filtered or the truth is off kilter I mean whose history's author? You was never right if you read it right Am I throwing shade, am I shedding light? I've been catching vibes Young Jerry Rice going deep...with it See it clear through Fetty Wap left eye, don't even gotta creep...with it Monkey see, monkey do Crabs in a barrel everybody sheep...with it Thousand count sheet fitted everybody sleep with it It's the system n***a we get it They'll take the world They'll break the world Then look at us like (we...did it) [Pre-Hook] Yall just can't front on us n***as no mo' Police can't keep pulling these triggers Won't go for that sh** much longer Good smoke, lungs stronger Damn near breathing underwater Damn near breathing underwater Damn near breathing under... [Chorus] [Bridge] Smoking This ain't Country Time This ain't Minute Maid This ain't lemonade It ain't never that sweet As you n***as out here smoking reggie You can never match me At the forefront of culture How you tyrna drive it from the backseat? More and more vultures coming at we Racists motherf**ers ain't happy Me and all my n***as in here banded up Don't get it twisted fam this ain't backstreet Progressing everyday this ain't last week You can't catch we If we eliminated every black invention Motherf**ers wouldn't last a week Still move half-hazzerdly On behalf of we [Pre-Hook] [Chorus] [Outro] This ain't Country Time This ain't Minute Maid This ain't lemonade It ain't ever that sweet