GREY - SABA

The best song is probably on the B-side

Won’t be surprised when the label deny

Disagree—grey

The best song was probably on the demo

But that’s not the one that got you your limo

Limousine—grey

The single the one that wasn’t as honest

But this is what they say make you the hottest

In the game—grey—grey

Sometimes I think about the pressures of a artist

And what it takes to be called a

Success even with no college we barely even considered

Don’t label me with them niggas, infatuation with plastic

I wanted it to be realer, first they wanted the hip-hop

And then they wanted guerilla and then they wanted drug dealer

And then they wanted a dancer now they want a drug addict

Infatuation with plastic, white girl want to be sister

Driver want to be walker and walker want to be sitter

The best song is probably on the B-side

Won’t be surprised when the label deny

Disagree—grey

The best song was probably on the demo

But that’s not the one that got you your limo

Limousine—grey

The single the one that wasn’t as honest

But this is what they say make you the hottest

In the game—grey—grey

Sometimes I think about the pressures of the label

And what it take to get paid for discoverin' art

There ain’t no existin'

I know it ain’t yo intention to try and change me

Multi-million, your children

Private school they attendin';

an album sellin' what did it

I shuck and jive, a good nigga;

split the pie and I’m silent

I’ma give you your single and you just give me the finest

«Saba, if it’s so bad then, hey why the hell are they signin'?»

Cause sitter want to be walker and walker want to be drivin'

The best song is probably on the B-side

Won’t be surprised when the label deny

Disagree—grey

The best song was probably on the demo

But that’s not the one that got you your limo

Limousine—grey

The single the one that wasn’t as honest

But this is what they say make you the hottest

In the game—grey

Care for me carefully, back with more clarity

Back like consecutive

I told you motherfuckers like Oedipus

Heather B, Sway in the Mornin'

Painting that paint like a portrait

Action, I ain’t for the talking

Ain’t for the fame but the fortune cool

Alterin' the altitude

Offerin' the thought for food

Authoring that art that move, mm

Carefully editing every word

Everything got to be charity

Give it my all, these melodies therapy

I keep it thoroughly, PIVOT the legacy

How could you not be moved?

I don’t give them an option to, mm

Don’t nobody want to be great

Everybody want to be seen

And nobody want to be quiet

Everything is (Grey!), everything is (Grey!)

Everything is (Grey!), everything is (Grey!), mm

Care for me carefully, back with more clarity

Back like consecutive, I told you—look

Everything is grey, everything is grey

Everything is grey, everything—