I'm with this
Complexion
Two-stache
Complexion don't mean a thing
It's a solo live
Ooh, complexion
Two-stache
It all feels the same
It's a solo live
Dark is the midnight hour
Her bright is the morning sun
Give a f*** about your complexion
I know what the German's done
Sneak
Sneak me through the back window
I'm a good field
But I made a flower for you
Out of cotton just to chill with you
You know I go the distance
You know I'm ten toes down
Even if mass are listening
Cover your ears, he bout to mention
Complexion
Two-stache
Complexion don't mean a thing
It's a solo live
Ooh, complexion
Two-stache
Two-stache

It all feels the same
It's a solo live
Ooh, complexion
Dark is the midnight hour
Her bright is the morning sun
Brown-skinned, a bunch of blue eyes
Tell me your mama can't run
Sneak
Sneak me through the back window
I'm a good field
But I made a flower for you
Out of cotton just to chill with you
You know I go the distance
You know I'm ten toes down
Even if mass are listening
I got the world attention
So I'ma say something
That's vital and critical for survival
Of mankind
The feline color should never rival
Beauty is what you make it
I used to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then wit told me
Hey woman, this woman loves the creation
It all came from God
Then you was my confirmation
I came to where you reside
And looked around to see more sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with
Complexion
Two-stache
Complexion don't mean a thing
It's a solo live
It's a solo live
Complexion
Too staff
It all feels the same
Over all
It's a solo-style go
You like it
I love it
You like it
I love it
You like it
I love it
You like it
I love it
You like it


I love it
You like it
I love it
I love it
You like it, I love it
But I don't go raps in the ad
I need you to speak your mind real quick, love
Let me talk, my Stu Scott
Excuse me on my Tupac
Keep your head up, when did you stop?
Love and die
Color your skin, color your eyes
That's the real blues, baby
Like you met Jays, baby
Uh, you blew me away
You think more beauty in blue, green, and gray
On my Solomon up north
Twelve years of slave, twelve years of age
Thinking my shade too dark
I love myself, I no longer need Cupid
Enforcing my dark side like a young George Lucas
Light don't mean you smart
Being dark don't make you stupor
And frame of mind for them busters, ain't talking woo-ha
Need a paradox for the paradox
They tutor, like two tides
LL, you lose two times
If you don't see your beautiful in your complexion
It ain't complex
To put it in context
Find the air beneath the kite, uh
That's the context
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious
Ain't no contest
If you like it, I love it
All your earth tones been blessed
Ain't no stress
Jigaboos wanna be
I ain't talking J, mm-mm
I ain't talking B
I'm talking days we got school
Watching movie screens
That spike your self-esteem
The new James Bond gon' be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea
And it's all beautiful to me
Call your brothers magnificent
Call all the sisters queens
We all on the same team
Blues and black tea
Pyrus, no colors, ain't a thing
Barefoot babies with no care
Teenage gun totals that don't play fair
Should I get out the car?
I don't see Compton
I see something much worse
The land of the landmines
The hell that's on earth