Stones have been thrown, papers been torn
Bitten by snakes, used to step on the brakes
Playing it white, while I'm walking down the aisle
I don't play with the blacks, I pray and that's what they lack

I'm getting rid with the critic, they ruin, they're toxic
Roll the circles on me, and give me the trophy
Girl, I'm a champion and you're the ground I'm stepping on
No you can't make me stop cause you see me on the top

I'm bluer than sky, you're darkest inside
Golden I may be, kneel down with your knee
Back yourself out, let me see your ugly pout
Girl just hate me more cause I'll make your eyes sore and make them bleed more

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