Black Magic (Make It Better) Songtext
von Little Brother
Black Magic (Make It Better) Songtext
LB Bidness!
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, yeah!
Alright, yuh, alright, alright
Uh, black skin, black faces
Black people make black magic
So pay me every fuckin′ dime and add taxes
Cop a feel in a room full of brass tactics
I been about that work, boy, I been ass-cappin'
You lyin′ 'bout yo bread, nigga you axe cappin'
You really ′bout that life, or you just hashtaggin′?
You really self made or is you cash-appin'?
Doin′ everything you can to make the cash happen?
These new niggas do a whole lotta back slappin'
See you win without they help, then they golf clappin′
No applause in my trophy hall
I'm still focused on the goal and not what′s hangin' on the walls
Listen, all I need is the sports channel
And a glass of your finest red, you feel me? Ha!
You can make it better, why don't you love? (Yeah!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (Oh!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (C'mon!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love?
Yo, I sat down and I started writing you this letter
I'll never make it perfect, just tryna make it better
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (Alright!)
You can make it better, why don't you love? (Go!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (Alright!)
You can make it better, why don't you love?
Black skin, black faces
Black people make black magic
Cut from a different cloth, you know the finest fabric
That's intertwined in our DNA, you go to work
Whether you corner boy or starrin′ in the NBA
Even if you never left the porch, gotta know you pray
′Cause once they put you in the game, gotta know the play
And when it's time to leave the game, take a bow and say
"Thanks for the warm welcome, I ain′t tryna overstay"
Good timin', the importance of, I can′t overstate
Drop facts over hotwax like odelay
The killer type on a thriller night like ola ray
It's close to midnight, get right and let′s motivate
I need my ginger ale, and 5 lemon peppers
All flats, nigga, let's go!
You can make it better, why don't you love? (C′mon!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (Yeah!)
You can make it better, why don't you love? (C′mon!)
You can make it better, why don't you love?
Ayy yo, I shed a tear when I started writing you this letter
I′ll never make it perfect I'm just tryna make it better
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (Alright!)
You can make it better, why don't you love? (Ahuh)
You can make it better, why don't you love? (Ok!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love?
(I just wanna make it)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, yeah!
Alright, yuh, alright, alright
Uh, black skin, black faces
Black people make black magic
So pay me every fuckin′ dime and add taxes
Cop a feel in a room full of brass tactics
I been about that work, boy, I been ass-cappin'
You lyin′ 'bout yo bread, nigga you axe cappin'
You really ′bout that life, or you just hashtaggin′?
You really self made or is you cash-appin'?
Doin′ everything you can to make the cash happen?
These new niggas do a whole lotta back slappin'
See you win without they help, then they golf clappin′
No applause in my trophy hall
I'm still focused on the goal and not what′s hangin' on the walls
Listen, all I need is the sports channel
And a glass of your finest red, you feel me? Ha!
You can make it better, why don't you love? (Yeah!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (Oh!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (C'mon!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love?
Yo, I sat down and I started writing you this letter
I'll never make it perfect, just tryna make it better
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (Alright!)
You can make it better, why don't you love? (Go!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (Alright!)
You can make it better, why don't you love?
Black skin, black faces
Black people make black magic
Cut from a different cloth, you know the finest fabric
That's intertwined in our DNA, you go to work
Whether you corner boy or starrin′ in the NBA
Even if you never left the porch, gotta know you pray
′Cause once they put you in the game, gotta know the play
And when it's time to leave the game, take a bow and say
"Thanks for the warm welcome, I ain′t tryna overstay"
Good timin', the importance of, I can′t overstate
Drop facts over hotwax like odelay
The killer type on a thriller night like ola ray
It's close to midnight, get right and let′s motivate
I need my ginger ale, and 5 lemon peppers
All flats, nigga, let's go!
You can make it better, why don't you love? (C′mon!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (Yeah!)
You can make it better, why don't you love? (C′mon!)
You can make it better, why don't you love?
Ayy yo, I shed a tear when I started writing you this letter
I′ll never make it perfect I'm just tryna make it better
You can make it better, why don′t you love? (Alright!)
You can make it better, why don't you love? (Ahuh)
You can make it better, why don't you love? (Ok!)
You can make it better, why don′t you love?
(I just wanna make it)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Writer(s): Phonte Lyshod Coleman, Dexter Raymond Jr. Mills, Bernard Edwards, Jairus Lemuel-jada Mozee, Thomas Jones, Brandon Paak Anderson, Kadhja Bonet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com