Sunkissed lyrics

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]

(It's 18 hundred ways you can take the...)

It's 18 hundred ways

You can take the truth straight to the face

Better keep the pace

If you drinking this fam

Couple shots and that be it fam

Keep it thorough as a New York borough

Frankincense and myrrh, heaven sent these gifts

We legit fam, take a look at who you took from

Look at love

[Chorus: Mick Jenkins + theMIND]

You love my style

You love my skin

That melanin, that melanin

That melanin, that melanin

You love my style

You love my skin

That melanin, that melanin

That melanin, that melanin

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]

Y'all can't just front on us niggas no mo'

Police can't keep pulling these triggers

Won't go for that shit much longer

Good smoke, lungs stronger

Damn near breathing underwater

Damn near feeling just like Peter

Damn near walking on this shit until I falter

Joint rolling need a filter

But I don't spit it with a filter

Brita filtered or the truth is off kilter

I mean whose history's author?

You was never right if you read it right

Am I throwing shade, am I shedding light?

I've been catching vibes

Young Jerry Rice going deep...with it

See it clear through Fetty Wap left, I don't even gotta creep...with it

Monkey see, monkey do

Crabs in a barrel everybody sheep...with it

Thousand count sheet fitted everybody sleep with it

It's the system nigga we get it

They'll take the world

They'll break the world

Then look at us like (we...did it)

[Pre-Chorus: Mick Jenkins]

Y'all just can't front on us niggas no mo'

Police can't keep pulling these triggers

Won't go for that shit much longer

Good smoke, lungs stronger

Damn near breathing underwater

Damn near breathing underwater

Damn near breathing under...

[Chorus: Mick Jenkins + theMIND]

You love my style

You love my skin

That melanin, that melanin

That melanin, that melanin

You love my style

You love my skin

That melanin, that melanin

That melanin, that melanin

[Bridge: Mick Jenkins]

Smoking

This ain't Country Time

This ain't Minute Maid

This ain't lemonade

It ain't never that sweet

Heard you niggas out here smoking reggie

You can never match me

At the forefront of culture

How you tyrna drive it from the backseat?

More and more vultures coming at we

Racists motherfuckers ain't happy

Me and all my niggas in here banded up

Don't get it twisted fam, this ain't backstreet

Progressing everyday this ain't last week

You can't catch we

If we eliminated every black invention

Motherfuckers wouldn't last a week

Still move haphazardly

On behalf of we

[Pre-Chorus: Mick Jenkins & theMIND]

Y'all just can't front on us niggas no mo'

Police can't keep pulling these triggers

Won't go for that shit much longer

Good smoke, lungs stronger

Damn near breathing underwater

Damn near breathing underwater

Damn near breathing under...

[Chorus: Mick Jenkins + theMIND]

You love my style

You love my skin

That melanin, that melanin

That melanin, that melanin

You love my style

You love my skin

That melanin, that melanin

That melanin, that melanin

[Outro: Mick Jenkins]

This ain't Country Time

This ain't Minute Maid

This ain't lemonade

It ain't ever that sweet

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:The Healing Component (2016)