Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin C Nana-Sinkam
Songwriter
Lyrics
Started slow dancing saw me on the street getting jiggy on the corner creek
Diddy bopping for that 40 piece
I started jiving for the white folks dying for the cutthroat bottom line
His type complexion might wipe hope clean
So how you crying over spilled milk in the sunshine
Sorta shine brighter when it's lighter
So how i stick out like a sore thumb
Remember scraping up the crumbs
I saw fate in the last warm summer
That's that fire in the stomach that could take structure
The fighter and the lover cutting hearts into fake covers cutting faces out of pictures he made of her
Writer(s): Kevin Nana-sinkam
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