My skin is brown I can't live right
No hoodies on in public that's right
I wake up in the morning the sun's bright
At least I'm blessed, baby I'm alright
But to these people, there's only one side
You are either black, or you are either white
But I'm not one, my genes can't pick a side
Since when can a man not live his own life
I can't be one I've already tried
I guess I sit just between the lines
I guess I sit just between the lines
I'm on the road, and my momma's crying
She wonders why the world is so blind
I'm smoking on gas just to ease my mind
I'm moving slow, momma no need to cry
I promised myself I'ma live this life
So I'm flowing over beats that will blow your mind
And I'm going pen and pad, that's my type of grind
I don't have no f*cking guns, that's a waste of time
And I have a pretty girl, yeah, she is a dime
So let me roll one up just to pass some time
My daddy told me once you can never cry
I can barely stand tall I gotta heavy mind
So let me roll one up just to pass some time
Look, yeah, someone said I'm from the hardest ever
Where the people don't aim, they just palm Berettas
F*ck whatever, homie getting death in letters
If you wanna f*ck with bro, I'll cut you like some cheddar
It's Brooklyn
Yeah, we can run it back like whenever
I gotta pretty white bitch, and her first name, Heather
She told me I was too cold, tryna gift me sweaters
Baby, can you calm down, I'm matching winter weather
Forever
Wait, baby, look at what I started
She said she don't care, so the problems get to starting
Said she want some breakfast from the corner Baskin Robbins
When I walk outside it's heavy cause I hear my music bopping
For real, she said this not big a deal
She said she know people who got Uzi for a feature
Said she know some people who got movies in the regal
Yeah, I know your pussy got connects, when I go in, that's all I feel
I'm in the booth where I'm 'posed to be
Smoking with my guys, and my weed got higher potency
Not sure where I came from, but I know where I'm gonna be
On top of all these niggas like a grandma on a family tree
I live this
I only hoop to keep my fitness
My boys are all rappers, so this is a family business
A misfit
I be f*ckin on my mistress
Call my phone the next day and said, "I love how you hit this"
Why she actin' so surprised
Why she actin' like I didn't have her rolling back her eyes
Don't understand women
Can't take these girls serious, so I don't stand with 'em
Don't want empty pockets, so I put a couple bands in 'em
I'm a money man
Collecting all this paper, I could probably buy a hundred grams
Or a least fifty
Sipping on Bacardi, so you know I feel a li'l tipsy
Your girl asked for my number, and I told her that's a bit risky
My skin is brown I can't live right
No hoodies on in public that's right
I wake up in the morning the sun's bright
At least I'm blessed, baby I'm alright
But to these people, there's only one side
You are either black, or you are either white
But I'm not one, my genes can't pick a side
Since when can a man not live his own life
I can't be one I've already tried
I guess I sit just between the lines
I guess I sit just between the lines
I'm on the road, and my momma's crying
She wonders why the world is so blind
I'm smoking on gas just to ease my mind
I'm moving slow, momma no need to cry
I promised myself I'ma live this life
SlowDream - Heavy Mind (feat. Sam Suavé & Ademore) Lyrics
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My skin is brown I can't live right
No hoodies on in public that's right
I wake up in the morning the sun's bright
At least I'm blessed, baby I'm alright
But to these people, there's only one side
You are either black, or you are either white
But I'm not one, my genes can't pick a side
Since when can a man not live his own life
I can't be one I've already tried
I guess I sit just between the lines
I guess I sit just between the lines
I'm on the road, and my momma's crying
She wonders why the world is so blind
I'm smoking on gas just to ease my mind
I'm moving slow, momma no need to cry
I promised myself I'ma live this life
So I'm flowing over beats that will blow your mind
And I'm going pen and pad, that's my type of grind
I don't have no f*cking guns, that's a waste of time
And I have a pretty girl, yeah, she is a dime
So let me roll one up just to pass some time
My daddy told me once you can never cry
I can barely stand tall I gotta heavy mind
So let me roll one up just to pass some time
Look, yeah, someone said I'm from the hardest ever
Where the people don't aim, they just palm Berettas
F*ck whatever, homie getting death in letters
If you wanna f*ck with bro, I'll cut you like some cheddar
It's Brooklyn
Yeah, we can run it back like whenever
I gotta pretty white bitch, and her first name, Heather
She told me I was too cold, tryna gift me sweaters
Baby, can you calm down, I'm matching winter weather
Forever
Wait, baby, look at what I started
She said she don't care, so the problems get to starting
Said she want some breakfast from the corner Baskin Robbins
When I walk outside it's heavy cause I hear my music bopping
For real, she said this not big a deal
She said she know people who got Uzi for a feature
Said she know some people who got movies in the regal
Yeah, I know your pussy got connects, when I go in, that's all I feel
I'm in the booth where I'm 'posed to be
Smoking with my guys, and my weed got higher potency
Not sure where I came from, but I know where I'm gonna be
On top of all these niggas like a grandma on a family tree
I live this
I only hoop to keep my fitness
My boys are all rappers, so this is a family business
A misfit
I be f*ckin on my mistress
Call my phone the next day and said, "I love how you hit this"
Why she actin' so surprised
Why she actin' like I didn't have her rolling back her eyes
Don't understand women
Can't take these girls serious, so I don't stand with 'em
Don't want empty pockets, so I put a couple bands in 'em
I'm a money man
Collecting all this paper, I could probably buy a hundred grams
Or a least fifty
Sipping on Bacardi, so you know I feel a li'l tipsy
Your girl asked for my number, and I told her that's a bit risky
My skin is brown I can't live right
No hoodies on in public that's right
I wake up in the morning the sun's bright
At least I'm blessed, baby I'm alright
But to these people, there's only one side
You are either black, or you are either white
But I'm not one, my genes can't pick a side
Since when can a man not live his own life
I can't be one I've already tried
I guess I sit just between the lines
I guess I sit just between the lines
I'm on the road, and my momma's crying
She wonders why the world is so blind
I'm smoking on gas just to ease my mind
I'm moving slow, momma no need to cry
I promised myself I'ma live this life
No hoodies on in public that's right
I wake up in the morning the sun's bright
At least I'm blessed, baby I'm alright
But to these people, there's only one side
You are either black, or you are either white
But I'm not one, my genes can't pick a side
Since when can a man not live his own life
I can't be one I've already tried
I guess I sit just between the lines
I guess I sit just between the lines
I'm on the road, and my momma's crying
She wonders why the world is so blind
I'm smoking on gas just to ease my mind
I'm moving slow, momma no need to cry
I promised myself I'ma live this life
So I'm flowing over beats that will blow your mind
And I'm going pen and pad, that's my type of grind
I don't have no f*cking guns, that's a waste of time
And I have a pretty girl, yeah, she is a dime
So let me roll one up just to pass some time
My daddy told me once you can never cry
I can barely stand tall I gotta heavy mind
So let me roll one up just to pass some time
Look, yeah, someone said I'm from the hardest ever
Where the people don't aim, they just palm Berettas
F*ck whatever, homie getting death in letters
If you wanna f*ck with bro, I'll cut you like some cheddar
It's Brooklyn
Yeah, we can run it back like whenever
I gotta pretty white bitch, and her first name, Heather
She told me I was too cold, tryna gift me sweaters
Baby, can you calm down, I'm matching winter weather
Forever
Wait, baby, look at what I started
She said she don't care, so the problems get to starting
Said she want some breakfast from the corner Baskin Robbins
When I walk outside it's heavy cause I hear my music bopping
For real, she said this not big a deal
She said she know people who got Uzi for a feature
Said she know some people who got movies in the regal
Yeah, I know your pussy got connects, when I go in, that's all I feel
I'm in the booth where I'm 'posed to be
Smoking with my guys, and my weed got higher potency
Not sure where I came from, but I know where I'm gonna be
On top of all these niggas like a grandma on a family tree
I live this
I only hoop to keep my fitness
My boys are all rappers, so this is a family business
A misfit
I be f*ckin on my mistress
Call my phone the next day and said, "I love how you hit this"
Why she actin' so surprised
Why she actin' like I didn't have her rolling back her eyes
Don't understand women
Can't take these girls serious, so I don't stand with 'em
Don't want empty pockets, so I put a couple bands in 'em
I'm a money man
Collecting all this paper, I could probably buy a hundred grams
Or a least fifty
Sipping on Bacardi, so you know I feel a li'l tipsy
Your girl asked for my number, and I told her that's a bit risky
My skin is brown I can't live right
No hoodies on in public that's right
I wake up in the morning the sun's bright
At least I'm blessed, baby I'm alright
But to these people, there's only one side
You are either black, or you are either white
But I'm not one, my genes can't pick a side
Since when can a man not live his own life
I can't be one I've already tried
I guess I sit just between the lines
I guess I sit just between the lines
I'm on the road, and my momma's crying
She wonders why the world is so blind
I'm smoking on gas just to ease my mind
I'm moving slow, momma no need to cry
I promised myself I'ma live this life
Writer: Ademore Adesina, Samuel Coelho, Shawn Bolkhovsky
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid