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cyne - the jux كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 – cise star]
his name is jonathon—middle-cl-ss black kid in college and
wondering why the white girls be always calling him
momma said, “keep ya head level. don’t sleep with them devils
‘cause one day they’re gonna bring you trouble.”
months later, having biz with kate, jake, and tina
after that, tina spread eagle on the speaker
she knocking down his laptop, the phone off the receiver
she having growing pains like my man ben seaver
screaming how baby daddy jake could take her higher
fascinated with hip hop and nice tires
save the last dance, oh, oh, and jungle fever
snoop doggy dog, 50 cent, derek jeter
bob marley. princess smoke weed after daddy
calls in, call gone. afterwards, [the beatin’ that strong?]
went off for a few months behind closed doors
when she stopped bleeding one month, outta control
went to the clinic, three hundred dollars she spended
daddy said no n-gga babies on his insurance
even told tina to say she was a victim
call up the police so the law can come get him
level-headed white girl—you had to give her that
she didn’t get jon the cuffs and bad rap
stop seeing him though ‘cause her parents said so
“n-ggas ain’t nothing but trouble,” her momma let her know

[verse 2 – cise star]
back to jonathon—middle-cl-ss black kid in college and
he wondering why he can’t sleep—his heart bother him
thinking ‘bout this chick named tina, who used to love to see him
but now she won’t return his calls either
at first it was a novel affair, but then it turned to care
they even talked about taking it there
on the raps, yes. then it turned to love because
only meeting after dark made it stronger than drugs
too wrapped up in what people just might say
‘cause he a regular n-gga. she ain’t from around the way
actually, just the opposite—her daddy had offices
high-level partisan who majored in politics
only gave her dollars when she really needed fathering
the only man that gave a d-mn was this dude, jonathan
didn’t want to have the abortion, but her father insisted
he screamed that it would ruin her image
even pulled some favors so it was off record
threw some money at her, told her it was for better
but was it for the better? now, now, that was the question
she used her discretion, realized she need a blessing
picked up her phone and dialed his number slow
praying that john maybe be home

- cyne

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