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letra de vera hall - moor mother

moor mother:
(this that black belt)

this that black belt
in alabama
with that his weapon slip
in his own tears
land red
nappy head
proud as f-ck
watermelon in the pickup truck
ak-a the wagon
headin down town
my aunt like the youth fountain
they gather round in passin askin
these questions
i dont know these pieces but i put a curse in
made a spell
farewell
it ain’t hard to tell
i’m coming out
rebel yell
from a blue black blur
to a blue black
to whos that
existing before that
before europeans had apples
they had this land of snakes
carbon copy fakes
we all made mistakes
but you can’t copy great
so lets just get it straight
[bridge: bfly]
this that, ‘i ain’t brown
i’m black sh-t’
black sh-t
black sh-t
bump some of that
black sh-t
black sh-t
black sh-t
got genes in my vein, b-tch
this that henrietta
black sh-t
pimp my collar
pimp my collar
black sh-t
eat my collards
black sh-t
spend my dollars
black sh-t
let talk like its like with that black belt
black sh-t
eat my collards
black sh-t
spend my dollars
let talk like its like with that black belt
black sh-t
moor mother:
if you got a piece, air it out
i mean, let it breathe
ain’t no time, ain’t no time
there’s no time
there’s no time
there’s no time
there’s no time
there’s no time
there’s no time
there’s no time
there’s no time
there’s no time
there’s no time

- moor mother

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