Soft Porn - Mick Jenkins

Give it to me with the clothes off

You can even take the gold off

We don’t need no triggers

Honest as Abe Lincoln

Why do it feel like I take it?

What’s so hard about the naked truth?

I scream about it until I change it

And still I wonder am I breaking through at all?

But hey, but hey, we look good

We a real nice, black

Dark chocolate, ain’t no more sitting in the back

Ain’t got to front, I know what you want

I could meet you where you at

With the naked truth

Talk dirty to me with it too, give me hot takes

Give me proof, give a chance to prove, let a man improve

Imma say I grew, they gon' say I pulled a switch-aroo

But they is who?

All that jogging in place is cool

But that shit stayed in school for me partly because

Somebody was brutally honest

Pointed out social constructs, I foolishly honored

I booted the false concepts that diluted the water

Was tryna be true to the nigga I was claiming to be

Now I’m really real

Tryna get old like a Philly Shell

Don’t nobody want no smoke with me, from spoken words of poetry

The polarizing social content posted I got more of the type and it all took a

sprite

From advice from one that wouldn’t consider nice, that’s alright,

it helped me take flight

I used to fall, but the flow is so velvety that we still had the Velveeta

stacking nice

Really flexing our appetizing, I ain’t stressing too hard

But hey, but hey, we look good

We a real nice, black

Dark chocolate, ain’t no more sitting in the back

Ain’t got to front, I know what you want

I could meet you where you at

With the naked truth

I dare you to strip it down, it’s plenty dollars out here

They’ll pay you to keep it on, they’ll pop your collar as long as you go and

play the role

I’m popping bottles of starch, niggas know I can’t fold

I hope your water as smart as you claim to be online

They call you by your username offline, I usually pay no mind

I just cannot get used to niggas using that shit to define themselves

You’ll lose me every time trying to align myself with real niggas

You confuse me every time you say that you feelin' free

Can’t see where my ceiling be

Think that’s why those trapped in boxes can’t see where I’m coming from

We just ain’t there mentally

Expose myself to myself what the fuck you running from fam?

We can feel your energy

The hate gon' always gonna cost you so the love is complimentary

Wallet full of centuries I still can’t get the time back

Protect the pocket like a lineback

Where these niggas draw the line at?

Don’t let me find out that they don’t draw one at all

I spit the naked truth, I’m drawing it raw

I speak on it all, not peaking at all

No valleys in sight, I rally to fight

For the naked truth