Teкст песни jaakob - Deep Blue

Don't wanna die today
Blood in her soul and
Her eyes were grey
I held the brush and began to paint
I know that all men are made from clay
Different color but all the same
I know the odor, we blow the same
I know oppression don't know my name
I know a milli' gon' come my way [Wait
Who that? [Oh
Slow down, girl, how you do that? [Wait, what?
Too much
I don't really see it too much [Yeah
Niggas doin' way too much
Don't talk like that, you're from cunch [Yeah
My tolerance so low for the bullshit
If don't like it, then it can't run, oh