Sex symbol, the Black Seminole
A sex symbol, the Black Seminole
African Rambo with more ammo
Can't be escaped, I'm on every channel
What's wrong?
What's wrong, Mr. Man?
Your eyes are low
And you're walking with both hands on your head
His response
He's on a clean, clean high
Both feet up on the ground
But his head's way, way, way in the sky
The Black Seminole, a head general
Distant connections, a large interval
A black man with mouths to feed
Embracing equality throughout greed
No time to joke around, the kid is now a man
And the silence is filled with remarkable sounds
This part I've seen in my dreams
Love is not a lie, it just feels like a Tarantino movie scene
Exactly
Now
the BLACK seminole Video (MV)
Performed By: Lil Yachty
From Album: Let's Start Here
Written by: Jacob Martin Portrait, Jeremiah James Raisen, Jonathan Patrick Wimberly, Justin Louis Raisen, Miles Parks McCollum, Anthony Lopez, Diana Gordon, Joe Kennedy
Year: 2023
Lil Yachty - the BLACK seminole Lyrics
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Sex symbol, the Black Seminole
A sex symbol, the Black Seminole
African Rambo with more ammo
Can't be escaped, I'm on every channel
What's wrong?
What's wrong, Mr. Man?
Your eyes are low
And you're walking with both hands on your head
His response
He's on a clean, clean high
Both feet up on the ground
But his head's way, way, way in the sky
The Black Seminole, a head general
Distant connections, a large interval
A black man with mouths to feed
Embracing equality throughout greed
No time to joke around, the kid is now a man
And the silence is filled with remarkable sounds
This part I've seen in my dreams
Love is not a lie, it just feels like a Tarantino movie scene
Exactly
Now
A sex symbol, the Black Seminole
African Rambo with more ammo
Can't be escaped, I'm on every channel
What's wrong?
What's wrong, Mr. Man?
Your eyes are low
And you're walking with both hands on your head
His response
He's on a clean, clean high
Both feet up on the ground
But his head's way, way, way in the sky
The Black Seminole, a head general
Distant connections, a large interval
A black man with mouths to feed
Embracing equality throughout greed
No time to joke around, the kid is now a man
And the silence is filled with remarkable sounds
This part I've seen in my dreams
Love is not a lie, it just feels like a Tarantino movie scene
Exactly
Now
Writer: Jacob Martin Portrait, Jeremiah James Raisen, Jonathan Patrick Wimberly, Justin Louis Raisen, Miles Parks McCollum, Anthony Lopez, Diana Gordon, Joe Kennedy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
