Take it back, take it way back Take it way way back to the first black man Long ago before the white man could paint The black man with a gun in his hand Take it way way back to the first white man At the very moment when they looked around And said fuck

Darker times They’re telling boulder heavy lies Looks like all we’ve got is each other The truth is obsolete Remember when all I had was my mother She didn’t compromise She could recognize Our daughters and our sons Are just candles in the sun

Stack dead actors Stacked to the rafters Line up the bastards All I want is the truth Hey hey now, can you fake it? Can you make it look like we want? Hey hey now, can you take it? And we cry when they all die blond? Oh mirror mirror

You and me were kids I refuse to look back thinking days were better Just because they're younger days I don't know what's 'round the corner Back when we were kids Swore we would never die Yeah, perfect disasters Way I feel right now I swear we'll never

Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably Only makes you blonder They just got taller Looks as good on records as it does on me What doesn't kill you My heels and my hotel My disposition permeates The room when I walk in the place

You want more (why?) A little party never hurt no one You're so Art Deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto You're looking to score When they all say hello You try to ignore them 'Cause you want more

They wanna know know know Your name name name They want the girl girl girl With game game game And when they look look look Your way way way Your gonna make (make) make (make) make Make 'em do a double take Flip a switch

Full of things to look back on Don't forget the little moments They're the ones that mean the most When the way home seems so far away Take 'em out and hold them close And take a picture with your father 'Cause one day he'll be gone And don't forget to

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green I think I need me a money machine I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans Won't forget when no one cared about me

Back when I was unafraid Just like a thief When the stars look down on me What do they see So take me back When I believed And all the heights That I could reach If only you