Who Can I Turn To by The Left Field Theory Lyrics
[Verse 1: Zae the Philosopher]
Step in a mans world
Provide, collide, revise
Surprise, my rights I got
Diamonds and pearls tryna steer straight
How we finna work baby girl you fear fate?
(What the fuck)
Skating down Burbank, finna hit the bank
I ain’t never seen so many Asians never seen so many faces
Never seen so many places
Complicated I move
All the white boys I know give reparations like cool...
Y’all crackers crazy we all crack babies
Don’t give me that I need all black faces
All black faces
Y’all crackers crazy we all crack babies
Don’t give me that I need all black faces
All black faces
[Verse 2: Nelson]
Not so much a lover boy though
Might’vе switched up your hair and your wardrobe
Talk a lot of shit get ya hеad bust I’m gone till' December
My life is a movie and I’m the director, Enter the Dragon
Best you protect your neck before you slip up
Reaper come to get you
Me & my sis get money and we vent
Love black etiquette so much we like to spend it at the black flea market
Black we call it, black we flawless and all that
Taking my time still got this sugar rush from august
Read these lines and take a guess on who the author
Preach out loud they won’t listen til you own shit
Freeze up your heart make them you don’t know
Spit dripping down these hoes
Kickin' down the door, live and die alone, tippin' on a 4
[Verse 3: Blue November]
Ever since I made these dollars you ain’t been making sense
You run your lip across the tip your run your mouth to tell your friends
And It’s ironic I lost my grip but I’m holding ten
Million ideas, furnish my brain, kinda like IKEA
What I write cashmere, I know you cop this and feel like you just copped some veneers
We grinding gears, and it’s our machine
I got her on a sin spree hidden in the silk
My dreams scream Bentley Now a nigga Will
Smith like Emmett, they take my vices today
I swear I might just kill them ignite my rhythms
I broke her back, I’m a bad chiroprac-turn this thing up
I'll bust a mac to be immaculate
The apples’ll paddle right off ya shoulders and hit the floor now a mantle lit
Lit inside the store hit the function take your hoe
Blowing indo in the crib, tryna see what it’s hitting for, we the hottest in the cold
Really with it if you know
Step in a mans world
Provide, collide, revise
Surprise, my rights I got
Diamonds and pearls tryna steer straight
How we finna work baby girl you fear fate?
(What the fuck)
Skating down Burbank, finna hit the bank
I ain’t never seen so many Asians never seen so many faces
Never seen so many places
Complicated I move
All the white boys I know give reparations like cool...
Y’all crackers crazy we all crack babies
Don’t give me that I need all black faces
All black faces
Y’all crackers crazy we all crack babies
Don’t give me that I need all black faces
All black faces
[Verse 2: Nelson]
Not so much a lover boy though
Might’vе switched up your hair and your wardrobe
Talk a lot of shit get ya hеad bust I’m gone till' December
My life is a movie and I’m the director, Enter the Dragon
Best you protect your neck before you slip up
Reaper come to get you
Me & my sis get money and we vent
Love black etiquette so much we like to spend it at the black flea market
Black we call it, black we flawless and all that
Taking my time still got this sugar rush from august
Read these lines and take a guess on who the author
Preach out loud they won’t listen til you own shit
Freeze up your heart make them you don’t know
Spit dripping down these hoes
Kickin' down the door, live and die alone, tippin' on a 4
[Verse 3: Blue November]
Ever since I made these dollars you ain’t been making sense
You run your lip across the tip your run your mouth to tell your friends
And It’s ironic I lost my grip but I’m holding ten
Million ideas, furnish my brain, kinda like IKEA
What I write cashmere, I know you cop this and feel like you just copped some veneers
We grinding gears, and it’s our machine
I got her on a sin spree hidden in the silk
My dreams scream Bentley Now a nigga Will
Smith like Emmett, they take my vices today
I swear I might just kill them ignite my rhythms
I broke her back, I’m a bad chiroprac-turn this thing up
I'll bust a mac to be immaculate
The apples’ll paddle right off ya shoulders and hit the floor now a mantle lit
Lit inside the store hit the function take your hoe
Blowing indo in the crib, tryna see what it’s hitting for, we the hottest in the cold
Really with it if you know