CRASHprez - Thom Yorke Is Black lyrics

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World perfect,

All black everything, uh, uh

Mourning about, dollars cents on my mental

Scattered bright days just to cover the essentials.

The night falls on the come I came for

Fingers for the .. packed up like sardines in the blunt

She sucks Sangria like young blunt,

Sit down, stand up!

I don’t even feel no stress here

Every day is in a place it’s supposed to

Hands on deck, hands on deck now

Cheap wine, hors d'oeuvres from the Whole Foods

Tonight we dance, tomorrow we dreading

Don't bring a fuck nigga through to this setting

Cause if drama's en route, and the knives come out

It'll look like a punch up at a fucking wedding.

I don’t know why you bother

Honeymoon’s over, you had to hate

I shout, “world star,” pull the android out

You’d picked the wrong Negroes to agitate today.

And I am a peaceful person

With the empty space inside my heart for hate

Another weak bar erased

Another A&r to break across the face

But I have to air back on deck.

Better have the airbag on deck

Fuck yo couch, nigga, fuck yo suit

I’m climbing up the walls for a view of the truth

I’m waited here five out of two, plus two.

All this before I go to sleep

I leave my spirit all on these streets

I lay in these reeds

Cause all I need is a hit made beat as you can see!

Hook:

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

The more you’re trying to erase me,

The more you’re coming up short.

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

You’re so fucking special,

And I’mma creep you out more!

(I swear, y’all just wasting your breath!)

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

(I swear, y’all just wasting your breath!)

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

(I swear, y’all just wasting your breath!)

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke!

I am not these extra guys, let’s get something rectified

I’m a black star, with an iron line,

Behind driving I’m respecting mine.

You can call the feds on my karma cred

You can strip me nude, I won’t testify

And I might be wrong when I sing this song

My falsetto got you petrified.

Keep ... where I’m Thom Yorke

If Jesus was bronze, that doesn’t have to be blonde

He has an Afro, a Panther Quran

And hit Harlem world for a damn renaissance.

So leave me be in peace,

Don’t make me pull the atoms out

If you wanna disappear, I can show you men just how

You and whose army gon' stop this pimping?

This plastic earth can held weight on my massive work,

Bodysnatch the kids for my master work

To me pimping is easy, you stop shivering,

I’mma make ill shit, you ‘re smooth to

I’mma do a remix with DOOM dude

I can’t grind you the luxury to fuck with me

Your card house might not fall as comfortably as my jigsaw,

The big Os run around forever,

If these hills have broke down, whatever

I’m fit, I’m happy, forever,

Catch me run round on a Friday

Looking for problem as such, looking in all the stuff

And it rained all night, but I don’t give a fuck

Hook:

Cause I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

The more you’re trying to erase me,

The more you’re coming up short.

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

You’re so fucking special,

And I’mma creep you out more!

(I swear, y’all just wasting your breath!)

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

(I swear, y’all just wasting your breath!)

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

(I swear, y’all just wasting your breath!)

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke!

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

Hands on your heart, it’s the fucking national anathem

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

I just gave up my gold stream, my limbs in for family

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

Don’t get any bigger ideas, it ain’t gonna... on some rookies

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

I’m the dark skin Thom Yorke

I take fifteen steps, and she’s dropping that pussy, nigga!