| Give it to me with the clothes off
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| You can even take the gold off
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| We don’t need no triggers
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| Honest as Abe Lincoln
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| Why do it feel like I take it?
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| What’s so hard about the naked truth?
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| I scream about it until I change it
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| And still I wonder am I breaking through at all?
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| But hey, but hey, we look good
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| We a real nice, black
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| Dark chocolate, ain’t no more sitting in the back
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| Ain’t got to front, I know what you want
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| I could meet you where you at
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| With the naked truth
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| Talk dirty to me with it too, give me hot takes
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| Give me proof, give a chance to prove, let a man improve
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| Imma say I grew, they gon' say I pulled a switch-aroo
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| But they is who? |
| All that jogging in place is cool
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| But that shit stayed in school for me partly because
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| Somebody was brutally honest
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| Pointed out social constructs, I foolishly honored
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| I booted the false concepts that diluted the water
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| Was tryna be true to the nigga I was claiming to be
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| Now I’m really real
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| Tryna get old like a Philly Shell
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| Don’t nobody want no smoke with me, from spoken words of poetry
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| The polarizing social content posted I got more of the type and it all took a
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| sprite
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| From advice from one that wouldn’t consider nice, that’s alright,
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| it helped me take flight
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| I used to fall, but the flow is so velvety that we still had the Velveeta
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| stacking nice
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| Really flexing our appetizing, I ain’t stressing too hard
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| But hey, but hey, we look good
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| We a real nice, black
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| Dark chocolate, ain’t no more sitting in the back
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| Ain’t got to front, I know what you want
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| I could meet you where you at
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| With the naked truth
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| I dare you to strip it down, it’s plenty dollars out here
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| They’ll pay you to keep it on, they’ll pop your collar as long as you go and
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| play the role
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| I’m popping bottles of starch, niggas know I can’t fold
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| I hope your water as smart as you claim to be online
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| They call you by your username offline, I usually pay no mind
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| I just cannot get used to niggas using that shit to define themselves
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| You’ll lose me every time trying to align myself with real niggas
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| You confuse me every time you say that you feelin' free
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| Can’t see where my ceiling be
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| Think that’s why those trapped in boxes can’t see where I’m coming from
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| We just ain’t there mentally
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| Expose myself to myself what the fuck you running from fam?
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| We can feel your energy
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| The hate gon' always gonna cost you so the love is complimentary
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| Wallet full of centuries I still can’t get the time back
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| Protect the pocket like a lineback
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| Where these niggas draw the line at?
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| Don’t let me find out that they don’t draw one at all
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| I spit the naked truth, I’m drawing it raw
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| I speak on it all, not peaking at all
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| No valleys in sight, I rally to fight
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| For the naked truth |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soft Porn, artist - Mick Jenkins. Album song Pieces of a Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп