The mind open
The air broken
Nappy hair conditioned
Left the suntan in the car
But brought Lotion
The brown token
The Black Boy joy
Meets the Permit Patty
At the Cracker Barrel lobby chokin
Asking why dey brought these Black folk in
Well, I was in Wakanda
Counting dollas with my mama
When da colonizers brought upon da drama to the jungle
I'm bananas and I'm manic
And I pour a little Daniels
Celebratin' kin declined upon the Titanic
And for ancestors fed into the Atlantic
And all y'all walls building high standards
This is for the Hotlantans
Hot-convos
From politicians funding hot-condos
Keisha Lance Bottomless mimosas
Don't seat you at the table but they want the photos
Wait, I'ma take my pony show
To old town road though
And tell em I'm freshest at the rodeo in all Polo
And the white folks love it when they own beach
So that's why I brought the sand to my own beach
Pour a 'lil liquor for the homies
The homies
The homies
And that's why I'm selling
Seashells by the Southside til I die
Seashells by the Eastside til I die
Seashells by the Westside til I die
Seashells by the Seaside till I die
Selling
Seashells by the Southside til I die
Seashells by the Eastside til I die
Seashells by the Westside til I die
Seashells by the Seaside till I die
Welcome to the generation
Of gentrification
Where border patrol is now modern day segregation
Mass assassinations from weapons with registrations
And still got the nerve to swear we're one united nation
The irony to tell me to go back to where I came from
Born a US citizen but treated like I ain't one
Don't know my lineage but they can tell I ain't dumb
Know my history is way richer than just a slave son
My blood is African
A product of greed and human trafficking
For free labor establishing
A country on a land that was stolen
The thought alone is baffling
So these records isn't all I'm making sure I'm mastering
If never taught you're not expected to know
Hard to envision if you've never seen it before
Can smell your envy from the way you see my melanin glow
Shade me all you want but planted seeds are buried to grow nigga
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The mind open
The air broken
Nappy hair conditioned
Left the suntan in the car
But brought Lotion
The brown token
The Black Boy joy
Meets the Permit Patty
At the Cracker Barrel lobby chokin
Asking why dey brought these Black folk in
Well, I was in Wakanda
Counting dollas with my mama
When da colonizers brought upon da drama to the jungle
I'm bananas and I'm manic
And I pour a little Daniels
Celebratin' kin declined upon the Titanic
And for ancestors fed into the Atlantic
And all y'all walls building high standards
This is for the Hotlantans
Hot-convos
From politicians funding hot-condos
Keisha Lance Bottomless mimosas
Don't seat you at the table but they want the photos
Wait, I'ma take my pony show
To old town road though
And tell em I'm freshest at the rodeo in all Polo
And the white folks love it when they own beach
So that's why I brought the sand to my own beach
Pour a 'lil liquor for the homies
The homies
The homies
And that's why I'm selling
Seashells by the Southside til I die
Seashells by the Eastside til I die
Seashells by the Westside til I die
Seashells by the Seaside till I die
Selling
Seashells by the Southside til I die
Seashells by the Eastside til I die
Seashells by the Westside til I die
Seashells by the Seaside till I die
Welcome to the generation
Of gentrification
Where border patrol is now modern day segregation
Mass assassinations from weapons with registrations
And still got the nerve to swear we're one united nation
The irony to tell me to go back to where I came from
Born a US citizen but treated like I ain't one
Don't know my lineage but they can tell I ain't dumb
Know my history is way richer than just a slave son
My blood is African
A product of greed and human trafficking
For free labor establishing
A country on a land that was stolen
The thought alone is baffling
So these records isn't all I'm making sure I'm mastering
If never taught you're not expected to know
Hard to envision if you've never seen it before
Can smell your envy from the way you see my melanin glow
Shade me all you want but planted seeds are buried to grow nigga
The air broken
Nappy hair conditioned
Left the suntan in the car
But brought Lotion
The brown token
The Black Boy joy
Meets the Permit Patty
At the Cracker Barrel lobby chokin
Asking why dey brought these Black folk in
Well, I was in Wakanda
Counting dollas with my mama
When da colonizers brought upon da drama to the jungle
I'm bananas and I'm manic
And I pour a little Daniels
Celebratin' kin declined upon the Titanic
And for ancestors fed into the Atlantic
And all y'all walls building high standards
This is for the Hotlantans
Hot-convos
From politicians funding hot-condos
Keisha Lance Bottomless mimosas
Don't seat you at the table but they want the photos
Wait, I'ma take my pony show
To old town road though
And tell em I'm freshest at the rodeo in all Polo
And the white folks love it when they own beach
So that's why I brought the sand to my own beach
Pour a 'lil liquor for the homies
The homies
The homies
And that's why I'm selling
Seashells by the Southside til I die
Seashells by the Eastside til I die
Seashells by the Westside til I die
Seashells by the Seaside till I die
Selling
Seashells by the Southside til I die
Seashells by the Eastside til I die
Seashells by the Westside til I die
Seashells by the Seaside till I die
Welcome to the generation
Of gentrification
Where border patrol is now modern day segregation
Mass assassinations from weapons with registrations
And still got the nerve to swear we're one united nation
The irony to tell me to go back to where I came from
Born a US citizen but treated like I ain't one
Don't know my lineage but they can tell I ain't dumb
Know my history is way richer than just a slave son
My blood is African
A product of greed and human trafficking
For free labor establishing
A country on a land that was stolen
The thought alone is baffling
So these records isn't all I'm making sure I'm mastering
If never taught you're not expected to know
Hard to envision if you've never seen it before
Can smell your envy from the way you see my melanin glow
Shade me all you want but planted seeds are buried to grow nigga
Writer: Alfred Coles Jr, Katrina Lenzly
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid