Mandarin Oranges [Bonus Track]
Space yoh
Went from rolling up in the
Summer to conversations with cold
Still I'm yet to discover what
The future will hold one mistake to another
Have I learned all my lessons
I'll be the first to admit it
Still I'm counting my blessings
I’m not rushing this shit, oh, wait
I take my time like the clock
Was my most latest invention
And while you're here I should
Mention that this ain’t
Social talk that would appear
In your mentions
I want your undivided attention
Hear me out while I'm talking louder
Nigga you are expected to follow the
Stars, regardless of gender or class
The world is your oyster
Until we ready to start now ring the alarm
And let them all know that I'm coming
The best is really not as sure
What Little Simz is becoming
I can tell you that for free
I wanna meet the older me
Never tryna go too far, it’s not my height
Ain't controlling me
My lungs are soaked in trees
Don't stop my zoning, please
My laugh is bittersweet
You should really come and take
Some of these mandarin oranges, from me
Come and take a walk with me
My life is so bittersweet
I'm not tryna get too deep mandarin oranges
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The pressure's on, the city's ours
Even Webster know it
Tryna be us 'cause you can't beat us
But you see how that's going
When the time niggas leave us
With the firearm showing
Yellow tape, another casket
City's sick of commotion
They said the tape was a classic
That sound like promotion
Made all of that of off fast
Food and sleeping on sofas
Bitches yelling turn up with a
Sink full of throw-ups
Soon as we gon' go out
Ain't it safe but you know what?
We that crew that they ask about
Yeah, they wanna know us, yeah, we next up
That's no doubt
It's about time for some closure
Oh, let me show you how to move
In a room full of vultures
Doing the most got me sippin' Mimosa
So set your drink on a coaster 'cause
You not part of the culture
HGO was the colder, you get wise
You get older
Ain't got no time to come over
Give a hoe a cold shoulder
Not a nut, not a buck, not a cup of
Got soldiers that'll clap
You'll think something’s over
They anticipate the rap 'cause we
Have something for 'em
Looking for something for 'em why
You can't tell we're born black seeds
White feet look like Darren and Lauren
You niggas soft and sweet, mandarin oranges
Connections overseas got the money in storage
Dressed in camouflage like I'm
Part of the fortress
Yeah, I'm lighting the forest
Lifted like a forklift
Get a fork for the poor pig
I don’t fuck with you, fam
I'm not shaking no hands
'specially with no hams
I don’t care that’s your mans
Get him with the program
Either we winning a Grammy or
I'm rolling a gram
Mandarin oranges