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[Chorus: McKinley Dixon & Abby T.]
Pardon my black ass, but my niggas need therapy
Pardon my black ass, but my sisters need therapy
Pardon my black ass, but my niggas need therapy
Pardon my black ass, but my sisters need therapy

[Instrumental break]

[Chorus: McKinley Dixon & Abby T.]
Pardon my black ass, but my niggas need therapy
Pardon my black ass, but my sisters need therapy
Pardon my black ass, but my niggas need therapy
Pardon my black ass, but my sisters need therapy

[Verse: McKinley Dixon]
(You ready? Yeah)
As I get older, the sun gets too bright
It's funny how light can become an abyss
Mama be cruel sometimes
The right hand don't get you, the left hand won't miss, divert your eyes
You was right, I don't just need this to keep me warm
Grandma chest, while I'm here, none of you do me harm, so don't try
Want this to sound soft like poetry, but came strong as her veins
Under the sun, you can see blemishes
Under my blemishes, sun still remains

[Chorus: McKinley Dixon & Abby T.]
Pardon my black ass, but my niggas need (so what now?) therapy
Pardon my black ass, but my sisters need therapy
Pardon my black ass, but my niggas need therapy
Pardon my black ass, but my sisters need therapy

[Outro: Abby T.]
Pardon, pardon, pardon
Pardon, pardon, pardon
Pardon, pardon, pardon
Pardon, pardon, pardon
Pardon, pardon, pardon
Pardon, pardon, pardon
Pardon, pardon, pardon
Pardon, pardon, pardon