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Amber Cimone - Black Y Amber Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Black and Amber—it goes hand-in-hand
Black skin sun kissed by the summer sun
Black-on-Black outfit—Black fist is up
Jig is up—we know they don’t give a fuck about us
They hound us—excessive violence so unjust
Gotchu thinkin’ “should you be prepared just in case
Justice ain’t on your side?”
But that thang is
My nephew’s sittin’ in a cell because he is a Black Man
It’s happenin’ in real life
The stakes is high, boy
This beef runs deep, it’s prime cut—now’s the time, boy
It’s Primetime Deion
Please, let’s not be coy, boy
The pеons got eons of joy
Money comes and goеs like hoes
You got some real friends? Hold ‘em close
’Cause people comin’ faker than some silicone
What tip we on?
Other races wanna look like us
Spendin’ a hunnid-thou just to get the features WE despise
Self-hate is our demise
When we gon’ learn that WE are the prize?
I despise colorism ‘cause I was a victim
“Pretty for a dark-skinned girl”
That used to sting a little
Ding a little
Now these niggas feen me—I’m sweet as sugar
Lips big—yeah, lemme show you what I do with ‘em
I fool with ‘em, I speak the truth with ‘em, I spit in booths with ‘em
I’m nice overall but fuck with me? Then I’m rude with ‘em
Damn...
Black and Amber—it goes hand-in-hand
I like to speak life into a Black Man
I wanna see you smile
Won't you stay awhile?
Let me rub ya curls
Let me love you down
I wanna know your deepest thoughts
I wanna know your dreams, deferred
I wanna know your lessons learned
I wanna see how you react to me, naturally
I wanna know what makes your temper rise
What makes you cum multiple times
I wanna know
On my Joe shit
Just let me in
I won’t use it as a weapon
Let’s get married, have kids—become young legends
You add flavor to me, baby
Every moment I’ma relish
No condiment
Me wanting you is a compliment
Accomplishment, if I may
I know it sounds cocky—I just know my worth, bae
Aye
Black and Amber—it goes hand-in-hand
I know y’all like “Damn! Another one? She goin’ HAM!”
Fuck the politics, I’ll drop it all—don’t give a damn
Until y’all figure out that I’m not really playin’
Got a lot to prove
And if you hatin’? Move around
I’m doin’ me and can’t nobody really touch my style
I’m original—Organic
And I’ve got your back
Just dial my line and hit me up
And I’m comin’ through like a fax
It’s so Black and Amber