Soft Porn lyrics

[Intro]

Give it to me with the clothes off

You could even take the gold off

We don't need no trinkets, honest as Abe Lincoln

Why do it feel like I take it?

What's so hard about the naked truth?

I scream about it 'til I change it, oh

And still I wonder am I breaking through at all

[Chorus]

But hey, but hey we look good

(You look good, girl. Do you know you look good? I know I look good, nigga)

We a real nice black

(The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice)

Dark chocolate

Ain't no more sitting in the back

Ain't gotta front, I know what you want

I can meet you where you at

With the naked truth

[Verse 1]

Ayy, ayy

Talk dirty to me with it too

Give me how it takes

Give me proof

Give a chance to prove that a man improved

I'ma say I grew

They gon' say I pulled a switcharoo

But they is who?

All that jogging in place is cool

But that shit stayed in school for me partly because somebody was brutally honest

Pointed out social constructs I foolishly honored

I booted these false concepts that diluted these waters

Was trying to be true to the nigga I was claiming to be

Now I'm really real

Trying to get old like a philly shell

Don't nobody want no smoke with me, from spoken words to poetry

To polarizing social content posted I got more of the type

And it all took a sprite from advice

That one wouldn't considered nice

That's alright, it helped me take flight

I used to fall but the floor is so velvety

That we still had the Velveeta stacking nice

Rarely flexing or advertising

I ain't stressing too hard

[Chorus]

But hey, but hey we look good

(You look good, girl. Do you know you look good? I know I look good, nigga)

We a real nice black

(The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice)

Dark chocolate

Ain't no more sitting in the back

Ain't gotta front, I know what you want

I can meet you where you at

With the naked truth

[Verse 2]

I dare you to strip it down

It's plenty dollars out here to pay you to keep it on

You'll pop your collar as long as you go and play the role

I'm popping bottles of starch niggas know I can't fold

I hope your water is as smart as you claim to be online

They call you by your username offline

I usually pay no mind

I just cannot get used to niggas using that shit to define themselves

You'll lose me every time trying to align myself with real niggas

You confuse me every time you say you're feeling free

Can't see where my ceiling be

Think that's why those trapped in boxes can't see where I'm coming from

We just ain't there mentally

Expose myself to myself

What the fuck you running from fam?

We can feel your energy

The hate gon' always cost you sort of love, it's complementary

Wallet full of centuries, I still can't get that time back

Protect the pocket like a lineback

Where these niggas draw the line at?

Don't let me find out that they don't draw one at all

I spit the naked truth, I'm drawing it raw

I speak on it all, not peaking at all

No rallies in sight, I rally to fight

[Outro]

With the naked truth

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Pieces Of A Man (2018)