Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Complexion (A Zulu Love), artist - Kendrick Lamar. Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Complexion (A Zulu Love) |
| Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun |
| Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done |
| Sneak (dissin') |
| Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga |
| I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you |
| You know I’d go the distance, you know I’m ten toes down |
| Even if master listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to mention |
| Dark as the midnight hour, I’m bright as the mornin' Sun |
| Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can’t run |
| Sneak (dissin') |
| Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga |
| I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you |
| You know I’d go the distance, you know I’m ten toes down |
| Even if master’s listenin', I got the world’s attention |
| So I’mma say somethin' that’s vital and critical for survival |
| Of mankind, if he lyin', color should never rival |
| Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken |
| By different shades of faces |
| Then wit told me, «You're womanless, woman love the creation» |
| It all came from God then you was my confirmation |
| I came to where you reside |
| And looked around to see more sights for sore eyes |
| Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with… |
| You like it, I love it |
| You like it, I love it |
| Let me talk my Stu Scott, ‘scuse me on my 2pac |
| Keep your head up, when did you stop? |
| Love and die |
| Color of your skin, color of your eyes |
| That’s the real blues, baby, like you met Jay’s baby |
| You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue green and grey |
| All my Solomon up north, 12 years a slave |
| 12 years of age, thinkin' my shade too dark |
| I love myself, I no longer need Cupid |
| And forcin' my dark side like a young George Lucas |
| Light don’t mean you smart, bein' dark don’t make you stupid |
| And frame of mind for them bustas, ain’t talkin' «Woohah!» |
| Need a paradox for the pair of dots they tutored |
| Like two ties, L-L, you lose two times |
| If you don’t see you beautiful in your complexion |
| It ain’t complex to put it in context |
| Find the air beneath the kite, that’s the context |
| Yeah, baby, I’m conscious, ain’t no contest |
| If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed |
| Ain’t no stress, jigga boos wanna be |
| I ain’t talkin' Jay, I ain’t talkin' Bey |
| I’m talkin' days we got school watchin' movie screens |
| And spike yourself esteem |
| The new James Bond gon' be black as me |
| Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea |
| And it’s all beautiful to me |
| Call your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens |
| We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors ain’t a thing |
| Barefoot babies with no cares |
| Teenage gun toters that don’t play fair, should I get out the car? |
| I don’t see Compton, I see something much worse |
| The land of the landmines, the hell that’s on earth |