Cocoa Butter Blues Lyrics

Cocoa butter on my black skin

A li'l Portsmouth in my blaccent

Protect by forces when I'm crashing

Took courses in the past tense

Ain't pass shit!

Advisor told me drop out

Save your family embarrassment

Jobs had told me Clock out turn ya badge in

Fucked 'em up

I never puckered up for the ass kiss

Times I knuckled up but got my ass kicked

Had to get back up

Guess that's the story of the black man

I swore to never tap dance

I'm tapped in

Rapped circles round the circles I was wrapped in

I'm hand in hand with money

I can't dap him

A hand's on approach what I adapt in

Cancun and boats when I'm relaxing

Hands on my misses boobs doing something graphic

Taking shots like our black lives don't matter

I been making shots with no backboard

For so long I'm back bored

Embracing all the perils of the black boy

Cause Becky with the good hair still wishing it would nap more

Said you in the streets we know that's cap, boy

The opps had you begging on your knee like you was Kaep, boy

Gotta find yourself

It ain't no map for it

Gotta find your gift

Its gone be wrapped poor

Gotta find your peace of mind

I'm Lawrence Hill

Nothing even mattered once I broke the seal

Watch the chatter quiet like the Bose in-ears

Can't tell me how im 'posed to feel

Don't tell me bout no other side

Go with them

You aiming for a star that's steady going dim

Lightbulbs when my thoughts be coming in

Light snacks for dinner

Now they candlelit

Got right back to rhyming

I ain't new to this

They fanned me off

Was heated

Said I'm cool with it

They drove me up the wall

They knew my Uber lit

I lost my mind and found it in the Louvre Museum