The Glow Up Songtext
von Maneka

I was seven years old
And their jaws was on the floor
With their pale white eyes
And their deafening silence
Was there

I was there, were you
You′ll never know
Just how it feels
To stare back
When you stare at me
Oh oh

Black skin over porcelain plates
Oh my dear
When the gold chain shines
And the watch got diamonds
It sells
Oh it sells to you


You'll never know
Just how it feels
To stare back
When you stare at me
Oh oh

And how do you explain this?
The seat in the back is meant for me?
And how do you explain this?
Thе ones we lost hanging from the trees

Thеy don′t want to see you shine
Thеy don't want to see you shine
Thеy don't want to see you shine
Thеy don′t want to see you shine
Thеy don′t want to see you shine
Thеy don't want to see you shine
Thеy don′t want to see you shine
Thеy don't want to see you shine

Soon you′ll see those white hoods
Knocking at my door
When they see you shine
They don't want nothin more

Than to see you shuffle and mopping up the floor
But when they see the glow up
We runnin up the score


The irony of this chain is
It′s the one that make a nigga free
The irony of this chain is
It's the one that make a nigga free