MILLENNIUM FREESTYLE - JPEGMAFIA

Fire and ash

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

At night I, at night I think of you

I wanna be your baby, you know you want me too

And if your game is on, gotta give me a call boo

And if your love is strong, gotta give my all too

And if my baby’s wrong, I got that thing tucked inside

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You’re not black, so drop the racism crap

Girl, you should know that, I got a pound on me

And I’m on probation so they gonna violate me

Cholo, cholo, cholo

Fuck the beat, let my ends speak, yeah

Fuck the streets let this Benz speak (Talk!)

Veterans and we ten deep, huh

Fuck me in the right way (The right way)

Get me booked for the nice dates (Fuck)

Oh, man, I’m a soloist (Okay!)

Can’t break no bread with no label, bitch!

No, you cannot have my masters, no

Cause I made that beat from scratch, bitch, no

Where the fuck do they do that shit?

No

Yeah, you are my fire, the one desire

Believe when I say, I want it thataway

I hate your bloodline, I can’t make shoreline

I won’t when I say, I want it thataway, for real, for real, for real

(You finally called me)

Ain’t nothing but a heartache, ain’t nothing but a mistake

I never wanna hear you say, I want it that way (For real, for real)

I never wanna hear you say, I want it that way

The answer is, you’re not black, so drop the racism crap