CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Rest Up, Big Homie (We Got it From Here)
And he says...
He said black...
He said black...
He said black...
He said black...
He said black is beautiful
He said black is beautiful
He said that black is beautiful, beautiful
He told me black is beautiful
He said black is beautiful
Yea, uh, Gorgeous, like George is
The portrait of a summertime Georgia
Maybe, or an Alabama fall
Made back against the wall at the mall
Crazy, lets take it back
To that Mercedes in front of the store
Stephen put your baby on his shoulders like a chauffeur
And she told us exactly who you are
Very trill, known to carry revolutionary $20 bills
H-town down
They say we doing dirt but we just break down ground
That's what happens when you're sons of mother Earth
The things you said reflected the love for the church
Your fellow man and your brothers in the lurch
They be lurking trying not to go berserk
The only way that they can express their hurt
Kinda like how I be doing with verse
From your birth to your reverse
I think they misheard your last piece of work
The last words of a good man pure and unrehearsed
The shot heard round the world with your final breath
The last words right before you left were...
He said black...
He said black...
He said black...
He said black...
He said black is beautiful
He said black is beautiful
He said that black is beautiful, beautiful
He told me black is beautiful
He said black is beautiful
Yea, uh, Gorgeous, like George is
The portrait of a summertime Georgia
Maybe, or an Alabama fall
Made back against the wall at the mall
Crazy, lets take it back
To that Mercedes in front of the store
Stephen put your baby on his shoulders like a chauffeur
And she told us exactly who you are
Very trill, known to carry revolutionary $20 bills
H-town down
They say we doing dirt but we just break down ground
That's what happens when you're sons of mother Earth
The things you said reflected the love for the church
Your fellow man and your brothers in the lurch
They be lurking trying not to go berserk
The only way that they can express their hurt
Kinda like how I be doing with verse
From your birth to your reverse
I think they misheard your last piece of work
The last words of a good man pure and unrehearsed
The shot heard round the world with your final breath
The last words right before you left were...
