Façade Lyrics by Pi’erre Bourne
Greetings, in the name of the king of kings and lords of lords, in the conquering Lion Tribe of Judah
Haile Selassie the First, Jah Rastafari
Haile Major, you know?
When Lion done said the ting, you know, [?] a welcome, to your roots, you know?
Selassie the First
Greet-greet-greetings in the n—
Greeting-Greeting— Tribe of Judah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Inside) damn (Inside, inside you)
Damn, hey (Inside, inside you)
Hey (Inside, inside you)
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Inside, inside you)
Yeah, like Zelda, yeah, this *** wanna link me (Wanna link me)
Make her twist like her hair real kinky
Smokin’, ayy, all mine from the stinky (Stinky)
Pockets fat like Baby D, she want my Twinkie (Twinkie)
I was in a hotel, London Tipton (Tipton)
So its like I won the pie, what’s the difference? (Difference)
Still starred off in the clouds, like The Simpsons (Simpsons)
Got this *** on her knees, like a Christian (Christian)
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy (Inside, inside of you)
White folks racist, ready, set, go (Set, go)
Auntie Anne, fold her like a pretzel (Pretzel)
Hold her hand, she don’t wanna let this go (Let this go)
Still just ball hard, this *** just got no soul (Got no soul)
Could’ve took her home, but she just don’t deserve it (Don’t deserve it)
I been swimmin’ in that ***, like I surfed it (Like I surfed it)
Ass round, look like a sea urchin (Sea urchin)
Money talk, it can cause a disturbance (A disturbance)
It was love at first sight, she been searchin’ (Been searchin’)
I done broke her heart twice, it’s still hurtin’ (Still hurtin’)
Yeah, I’m still in the game like I’m Derwin (Like I’m Derwin)
All the *** wanna hang like a curtain (Like a curtain)
Said, “I can’t trust a *** on purpose” (On purpose; no)
Tell that ***, use her brain, she’s determined (She determined)
I been tryna change my ways, it ain’t workin’ (It ain’t workin’)
*** pink, yeah, I call that *** Kirby (*** Kirby)
Oh, oh
Oh, yeah (Inside)
Oh, yeah, oh (Inside, inside you)
Oh, oh, yeah (Inside, inside of you)
Oh, yeah, man (Inside, inside of you)
Miss my uncle, wish that *** was alive (Yeah, damn)
When I was broke, I was thinkin’ *** (Damn, yeah)
Peanut butter jelly, when a *** fried
Damn, yeah, yeah (Damn, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
They don’t know what I’ve been through (Yeah)
She wanna know what I’m into (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Oh, oh-ooh (Yeah)
Black truck, not a rental
On that beat, like an instrumental (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, what’s up?
Yeah, what’s up? What’s up with you?
Yeah, what’s up? What’s up with you?
Yeah, what’s up? What’s up with you?
Yeah, damn
Yeah, what’s up? What’s up with you?
Yeah, what’s up? What’s up with you?
You? You? (Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Damn (Yeah)
Damn
It all look better on my phone anyway
My *** look better than this ho in my face
My Kush smoke better when I’m alone anyway
My *** *** better when I’m gone all day
That *** feel better, then we goin’ on a date
I told her, “Let’s get together,” then we go our separate ways
My Kush smoke better when I’m alone anyway
My *** *** better when I’m gone all day
I shook the world like a snow globe (Huh? Hey)
I got two ***, they on all fours (Hey)
Had to get in line, like a Barcode
Two bad hoes, messages just like Ronaldo
*** foreign, she from Brooklyn, like Fabio
Nordstrom to Carrol Street, that’s a lot of recipes
Ayy, told my old ***, “Girl, you’re dead to me” (Huh?)
Let me eat your ***, love your recipe
It all look better on my phone anyway
My *** look better than this ho in my face
My Kush smoke better when I’m alone anyway
My *** *** better when I’m gone all day
That *** feel better, then we goin’ on a date
I told her, “Let’s get together,” then we go our separate ways
My Kush smoke better when I’m alone anyway
My *** *** better when I’m gone all day
Baby ass fat, call her peach cobbler (Huh?)
*** play with the balls like a Globetrotter (Huh?)
Make her spin on it, ’til she feel nauseous (Huh?)
Gotta keep it player, I just can’t pause it
Put my family on my back like a tattoo
I got Soss in my blood, look like Ragu
And she know I’m from the mud, ho, don’t me dirty (Huh)
Huh, niggas did me filthy, feeling like they cursed me (Ayy)
It all look better on my phone anyway
My *** look better than this ho in my face
My Kush smoke better when I’m alone anyway
My *** *** better when I’m gone all day
That *** feel better, then we goin’ on a date
I told her, “Let’s get together,” then we go our separate ways
My Kush smoke better when I’m alone anyway
My *** *** better when I’m gone all day