GREY

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] Sometimes, I think about the pressures of a artist And what it takes to get 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 it 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 wanna be sister Driver wanna be walker, and walker wanna be sitter [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Sometimes, I think about the pressures of the label And what it take to get paid for discovering art they ain't know existed I know it ain't your intention to try and change me Multimillion, your children Private school, they attending, and album-selling what did it I shuck and jive, a good nigga; split the pot, 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 signing?" 'Cause sitter wanna be walker, and walker wanna be drivin' [Chorus] 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 [Outro: Saba] Mm Care for me, carefully, back with more clarity Back like consecutive I told you motherfuckers, like Oedipus Heather B, "Sway in the Morning" Painting that paint like a portrait Action, I ain't for the talking Ain't for the fame, but the fortune cool Altering the altitude Offering 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 m— Look, everything is grey (Grey!), everything is grey (Grey!) Everything is grey (Grey!), everything—