Creme's Interlude

[Intro: Caller]

I don't know if it's in the record store yet

But I wanna pick it up

So, what's up?

[Chorus: Fousheé]

It don’t feel right (It don't, it don't)

It don’t feel right (Ooooo)

Salt in our scars

White washed memoirs

We're the monarchs

We're the monarchs

[Verse: Fousheé]

Don't extend an arm

Betting on my fall

For Monetary cause

Never show your cards

Power

They do anything for it

Power

Opress us with the law

To infiltrate our cause

Reclaiming what we lost

This is ours

So don't you cry no more

[Outro: Fousheé]

Had to we  handle the pain

Ooh

Try to stay sane

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[Two Callers: Girl 1 + Girl 2]

Man

Aye man, I'm tryna go to this record shop, man. Call this nigga

I know these niggas there, we gotta call em right now, call еm

Aight Aight, we'll call em right now

Ahhhh wherе these niggas at though?

C'mon, Pink Siifu, Fly Anakin, I know you're there. You're not doing anything, it's a record shop. You're fucking sitting there collecting dust

Ain't nobody there

*Laughing*

Ain't nobody fucking there

These niggas too cool

Aaaaaaaand bye