CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : No More Teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops (Hold on!), no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
Police cars on fire in the streets
Tear gas and the dogs on a leash
The scene seem like somethin' in the sixties
They takin' knees like Monica Lewinsky
They beating women like Bobby did Whitney
That's why the only blue we salute is to Nipsey
Juneteenth barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, burned down Wendy's
Strange fruits still swingin' from the trees
White folks protesting 'cause they can't leave
Try twenty-five to life, that's a real quarantine
They just take the mask off when they can't breathe
But we got officers knees in our esophagus
Face blue 'cause he running out of oxygen
Got his brains blew by one of his accomplices
Add you to the list of his accomplishments
He came forward in the night, now we're mourning
Black fist up to no-knock warrants
But the fascism ain't the only army warrin'
Look at the way the patriarchy took and tore him
Look at the blood, the streets filled with teardrops
I ain't slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share crop
p*ssed off, my wrist lock in gridlock
I'm with this sh*ts, n***a, 'til the bullsh*t stop
No more teardrops (Hold on!), no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
Police cars on fire in the streets
Tear gas and the dogs on a leash
The scene seem like somethin' in the sixties
They takin' knees like Monica Lewinsky
They beating women like Bobby did Whitney
That's why the only blue we salute is to Nipsey
Juneteenth barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, burned down Wendy's
Strange fruits still swingin' from the trees
White folks protesting 'cause they can't leave
Try twenty-five to life, that's a real quarantine
They just take the mask off when they can't breathe
But we got officers knees in our esophagus
Face blue 'cause he running out of oxygen
Got his brains blew by one of his accomplices
Add you to the list of his accomplishments
He came forward in the night, now we're mourning
Black fist up to no-knock warrants
But the fascism ain't the only army warrin'
Look at the way the patriarchy took and tore him
Look at the blood, the streets filled with teardrops
I ain't slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share crop
p*ssed off, my wrist lock in gridlock
I'm with this sh*ts, n***a, 'til the bullsh*t stop
