JID and Ravyn Lenae - Lauder Too

Uh
Tryna find a way to, like, not overstep
But it's really just me, um
It's something I gotta, whatever

Uh
Look, pardon me but a part of me looking for more
Givin' my heart, my art, my artery, what do you want? More (yeah)
Minority boy black, lookin' for joy
They snatch it, lookin' back, part I paint it for
But I'm tapped, I lap tap water, and tap dance
And tabernacles before the Lord, the pattern is null and void
Not gonna void the words that come with the voice inside of my head
I'm sick of the noise (uh)
So be a bigger nigga, put your finger on the trigger
As you're lookin' at the mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall
And let that bitch rip 'til your back on flip
And know the cracks don't give no black fuck 'bout y'all (what? What?)
Just your ass, your hips, your lips, my dick tip, my black balls
Dribblin' and dippin' em in your jaw
Scribblin' word rhymes, the crowd givin' applause
But in my spirit I'm feel it that they don't hear me at all (uh)
Nigga, my nigga, look at the bigger picture, we flawed, okay, cool
You pickin' up figures, nigga, we proud, you paid dues
But now you gotta do what you can and can't abuse your power
Let's come up with a plan and we pursue and devour
But don't get shit fucked up
I be in the forefront with the .45, don't front
Back then, right now, last week, next month
Backseat, shotgun, don't run, got one

Tell me, ain't a thing, baby
No matter what you say, no matter what you do, can't hide
This shit is tribal (tribal), I'll stand beside ya (ohh)
That be my hand on the Bible

Yeah, pardon me but a part of me lookin' for more
Givin' my heart, my art, my artery, what do you want? More
Majority push packs, they unemployed
Part of your past straps, the crack come in the stores, consume
Boarded windows, chosen boardrooms and bored negros
Nothin' to do but war wounds and more vigils
Candlelight moon, the more women, the more widows
Lookin' for food without a dude and four kiddos
But fuck it, I'm sick as fuck and I told you motherfuckers no recoverin'
Kickin' up and I'm coughin' and spittin' legitimate love
Like a druglord in the slums, sniffin' for information on who the plug
On the black pipe, black gloves, black night, black baby girl
Keep it wrapped tight, give a brother a hug and not a slug (damn right)
If ever trouble should come, we never crumble
(That's why we been down for life)
Got a weird feeling that enemies on the way
Give a little energy, anything motivates
Come around, namaste, now you down
Don't be afraid, just keep that fear locked out
Come feel the love, feel the love right now
Feel the love, come feel the love, feel the love right now
Rain down, come feel the love, feel the love right now
Feel the love, come feel the love, come feel the love right now (uh)
(Come feel the love, come feel the love, come feel the love)
Gotta show, gotta show the lov
Gotta feel the, gotta hold the love (gotta feel the love)
Gotta, gotta show, oh shit (feel the love right now)

Until the ocean dries to dust
Just rest assured the Sun will come
So close your eyes and ease your fears
Just let me whisper in your ear
Forever more, forever more
Ever more, forever more

Written by:
Ahmanti Booker, Destin Choice Route, Edmund T. Sylvers, Eryn Allen Kane, James Blake Litherland, Leon F. III Sylvers, Ravyn Lenae

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Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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