Photographs are like mirrors They can hold a body for a moment I grew up on four corners But jumped-in in a circle $100 grand on a fuck nigga head Cut his body into pizza, watched the cheese spread Had to move out of touch from niggas fingers You know how your friends are They'll eat your whole box of Pringles Leave crumbs in the backseat of the car Walk past you in a crowded room You conceded bastard, you I don't talk when I ride, that's what the feet for Ain't no pressure when you see me, that's what the heat for Lucille Ball on the seashore, expecting more out of niggas Tell me the truth Tell me how it really go You don't have to say it no mo' You on that different type of shit That extra-ordinary shit That shit that I don't understand But I ain't gone say it no mo' Kolors
You see black and white is the color of business And now my dress shoes are dirty and discolored from going the distance But for the right dollar sign I'll do a white-collar crime Cause I don't need cash, I need credit Now.. there, I've said it, yeah And I spell Kolors with a "K."
Writer/s: THOMAS CALLAWAY, JAMES RYAN WUIHUN HO, KAWAN PRATHER, CAMERON F. GIPP, ROBERT TERRANCE BARNETT, WILLIE EDWARD KNIGHTON
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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"Come Dancing" by The Kinks was inspired by the older sister of Ray Davies, who would make guys take her out dancing and spend their money on her, only to send them home frustrated with just a peck on the cheek.