Lyrics Boomer Music - David Raé Shawn

Yeah, look

This that boomer music
You touch one of ours, then we take eleven just like the movie Munich
My nuts hang to my knees just like a tunic
I'm abusing this weed, cause problems got to get through it
I been fucking this money off, paying rent is a nuisance
If I could live like Tarzan I would,
I'm out here moving, swinging through the vines
Thinking bout my baby brother
Hoping he okay, he got to grow up with an angry mother
I just ain't the same since Baby Mills left the game
Rest in peace to Shaun, he would put all y'all boys to shame
I'm out here pumping in the paint
Dream shake, fadeaway
I wouldn't trade for my weight in gold
Cause white folks said we wasn't worth shit from the go
That's why I need jewelry head to toe
Two sets of rings for both hands, and then some, and them some more
Love my face, I love my nose
Dick hold a lot of weight in the mouth of these hoes
God forgive me, I was chilling, but I'm back up in my mode

This that watching movies with my grandmama
Peach and probably berry cobbler
Crazy how she introduced me to my hero Peter Parker
This that sleeping on the couch
This that two bedroom house
This that I'm a single mother, don't talk back boy watch yo mouth
This that black is beautiful, if you ain't know then you lied
See this that black is beautiful and they gone hate and gone cry
Aye rest in peace to Guru, Robbin Hood theory's alive
We taking back what's our and yeah they gone see in due time
That you can't hold God's people back that long, that's Lauryn right?
More or less, the moral of the story is
They shouldn't have gave all these talents, to these badass kids
To these poor ass babies, that was born into shit
We couldn't control, and now we on
So how the hell you controlling this?
Derek Chauvin rest in piss
Rot in jail you getting dicked
I'm on the fritz, it's King David, I ain't dealing with no tricks
I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit
So what's the sitch?