Get with the Times
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It could be a sign (Ah)
Two-tone truths make black and white so hard to find
Why'd she have to change her mind? Ooh
She wants to get away
One way ticket to a holiday (Yeah, yeah)
To get with the times (I'm right here, right?)
Tell me what am I doing here?
When I go to my homeboy crib
Why I always feel blue in here?
Why I always feel ruined here?
Why I feel like every time I'm proud of
Something I did, I can't tell you and hear?
Yeah, buddy, I can tell you in fear, being inferior
You'd rather walk to the store than get in my car
You jealous of the interior
I wish we all had water
I'm being so sincer-ior
Why is it you think I work hard?
I get up, we get up, prayers up, Jesus up
Raise us up, we need ya
These are just, huh
Some things I think about often
Some stand in line for Supreme
But some stand in line 'cause they're starving for food
Can't get no medicine and they can't stop the coughin'
You think you down on your luck when it's hard for you to find parking
I'm guilty just as much, I can't say shit and make a fuss
I always want the new shit and money like I'm on angel dust
Thankfully all the angels was watching me, this shit dangerous
Wrestling with demons in red, white and blue like Kurt Angle
'Cause this country always target me subtly
Make me wonder what am I doing here?
None of y'all love me
But your children, they love my culture, my kicks and my rugbies
But the parents get afraid when they see images of me
America says, "Save your money"
Mama, I wanna buy Nike
Grandma said, "Find a family, try and get you a wifey"
But I wanna drive Porsche and my wrist to be icy
Could be a sign that we're fading away
Welcome to the place where nothing's for ya, ooh
Such a pretty face had to go to waste
So you could have it all
Now there's nothing left at all
Take me away
To a place that makes me feel like California, ooh
Just a little taste takes the pain away
So we could live a lie before it takes a life
So get with the times
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Grab you a pistol and get in the ride
I ain't messing with you, you ain't picking a side
Hid a new liver, no liquor in mine
I know I'm drunk off of sipping my pride (Why can't we let it go?)
Yeah (Do we need to show our destiny?)
Yeah, this-this life
Where skulls crack and leak the gray matter (Steadily I stay)
My mind, bulletproof glass, boy, it can't shatter (Get with the times)
My soul, sworn to a code, but it ain't data
My body made me leave my soulmate if that thing fatter
A voice told me
Could be a sign (Ah)
Two-tone truths make black and white so hard to find
Why'd she have to change her mind? Ooh
She wants to get away
One way ticket to a holiday (Yeah, yeah)
To get with the times (I'm right here, right?)
Yeah, we're fading away
Welcome to the place where nothing's for ya, ooh
Such a pretty face had to go to waste
So you could have it all
Now there's nothing left at all
Take me away
To a place that makes me feel like California, ooh
Just a little taste takes the pain away
So we could live a lie before it takes a life
So get with the times