Little Simz - Mandarin Oranges lyrics

rate me

Went from rolling up in the summer to conversations with cold

Said don't get too discard about just the future will hold

One mistake to another, have I learned all my lessons

I'll be the first to admit it, still I'm counting my blessings

I’m not rushing this shit, oh, wait

I take my time like the clock was my most latest invention

And while you're here I should mention that this ain’t social tool that would appear in your mentions

I want your undivided attention, hear me out while I'm talking louder

…all of the stars, regardless of gender or class, the one is your A star…

Now ring the alarm, let them all know that I'm coming

The best is really not as sure when Little Simz is becoming

I can tell you that I'm free, I wanna meet the older me

Never tryna go too far, it’s not my height, ain't controlling me

My lungs are soaked in trees, don't stop my zoning, please

My laugh is bitter sweet

You should really come and take some of these mandarin oranges from me

Come and take a walk with me

My life is so bitter sweet

I'm not tryna get too deep

Mandarin oranges

The pressure's on, the city's ours, even Webster know it

Tryna be us 'cause you can't beat us but you see how that's going

When the time niggas leave us with the firearm showing

Yellow tape, another casket, the city's sick of commotion

They said the tape was a classic, that sound like promotion

Made all of that out of fast food and sleeping on sofas

Bitches yelling turn up with a safe full of throw ups…

But you know what, we that crew that they ask about

Yeah, they wanna know us, yeah, we next up, that's no doubt

It's about time for some closure

Oh, let me show you how to move in a room full of vultures

Doing the most got me screaming the most

So set your drink on a coaster 'cause you not part of the culture

HGO was the colder, you get wise, you get older

Ain't got no time to come over, give a hoe a cold shoulder

Not a nut, not a buck, not a cup or folders

Got soldiers that'll clap, you'll think something’s over

They anticipate the rap 'cause we have something for 'em

Looking for something for 'em why you can't tell we're born

Black seeds, white feet look like Darren and Lauren

You niggas soft and sweet, mandarin oranges

Connections overseas, got the money in storage

Dressed in camouflage like I'm part of the fortress

Yeah, I'm lighting the forums, lifted like a forklift

Get a fork for the poor pig, I don’t fuck with you, fam

I'm not shaking no hands, specially with no hams

I don’t care that’s your mans, get him with the program

Either we winning a Grammy or I'm rolling a gram

Mandarin oranges