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abs-trap (lil fefe) - minnesota lyrics

[chorus]
packin’ my suitcase wit’ banners and signs
blue and red lights like the fourth of july
roaches on fire rise into the sky
don’t care bout your color other than your eyes
media act like it’s all black and white
blue and white whip i’ma cop a new ride
jemima was laughin’ and callin’ me child
i think bout the struggle all throughout my ride

[verse 1]
media acc like it’s bad to be white
but painting black people as stereotypes
beginnin’ to think we should turn out the lights
and just live in the dark like we did in those times
judgin’ a squad by one officer’s crimes
act like every cop out to ruin your life
armchair philosopher, instagram’s fine
just as long as you ain’t out there riskin’ your life
government sided we sick of their lies
make us hate each other create a divide
every white patriot got confederate signs
every black wit’ a necklace got rims on his ride
really ain’t it ain’t a part of their kind
i don’t stick to the script i ain’t givin’ you lines
i ain’t being oppressed in my speech or my rhymes
i ain’t takin’ advice, ain’t no vacancy sign
i ain’t here to change my opinion i’m gold
beautiful bonfire light up the cold
thinkin’ of change as i’m grippin’ my coat
sometimes i just wanna go out on a boat
and never come back i ain’t fuelin’ the polls
even if i could there ain’t nowhere to go
eyes on my dreams, can’t let go of my goals
this is america, land of the poor
[chorus]
packin’ my suitcase wit’ banners and signs
blue and red lights like the fourth of july
roaches on fire rise into the sky
don’t care bout your color other than your eyes
media act like it’s all black and white
blue and white whip i’ma cop a new ride
jemima was laughin’ and callin’ me child
i think bout the struggle all throughout my ride

[verse 2]
out wit’ my brothers ain’t sayin’ a word
i feel it as soon as i hit the suburbs
tension ecstatic saw blood on the curb
plunged into darkness i enter the purge
burnin’ your city the city you love
lootin’ and stomping won’t bring back your bud
thinkin’ it’s fine to riot just because
our constitution was written in blood
when will it stop when will it be enough
officers charged ain’t gettin’ off the hook
burnin’ your businesses not a good look but
the knowledge i got it ain’t came out a book
ain’t hesitate threw us under the bus
the system we under just don’t give a f+ck
riots and screamin’ ain’t a solid plan
to changin’ our planet reclaimin’ your land
no better time to be proud to be black as
the soil you dug wit’ your very own hands
no i ain’t dark i ain’t even got tanned
but believe me when i say that i do understand
one apple bad finna spoil the batch
make ‘em act like like every police officer’s bad
ridin’ the wave in a turquoise sedan
ridin’ the cap as it crash into sand
i’m drippin’ in water diamonds on my neck
in the back of the coupe as i’m grabbin’ her leg
business as usual up to my chest
i tell ‘em there ain’t no better way to flex
i’m swimmin’ in jewels and you swimmin’ in debt
bring that over here and you finna get wrecked
boys always talkin’ they musta misstepped
i put the safe on the side of my deck
[chorus]
packin’ my suitcase wit’ banners and signs
blue and red lights like the fourth of july
roaches on fire rise into the sky
don’t care bout your color other than your eyes
media act like it’s all black and white
blue and white whip i’ma cop a new ride
jemima was laughin’ and callin’ me child
i think bout the struggle all throughout my ride

[bridge]
burn the bridge down boy i’ll burn the bridge down
teach ‘em how to walk how to talk and get down
lights in the ceilin’ and i got ‘em ripped out
power went to your head, so you gotta step down

streets turned gold molten lava run through
whatever that happens bae just know i love you
out in minnesota all the trenches dug through
collecting all the bodies i don’t know what we gon’ do

- abs trap lil fefe lyrics

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