Black Chicks

I'd rather die, she said, then go to work
Righteous
You're gonna do both, but when I'm alone with you I feel so dope
Righteous
I feel so chic, when I'm alone with you
I feel so fiendish
Righteous
I watch you sell from the streets
But, when I'm alone with you, I feel so cheap
Righteous

But I'd rather give up, then feel, acceptable

Now there's cum on the floor and I hate myself
I hope this goes away

But I know it won't

I see her in you

I feel so good, and it feels alright

Now the black chicks and brown chicks afraid of my whiteness
I've said it all before but they still can't tell that there's cum on the floor and I hate myself, I hope this goes away

I'm on the floor from the weight of my belt
I never had a culture, no, I raised myself
And if god is a woman then I'm going to hell
I hope this goes away