Intro
You always have to separate yourself
But still be one
No person is bigger than the other
Every hue is needed to paint the picture
Some struggles lack empathy
But everyone struggles
How ironic
Oh Well
Chorus
Niggas who run too hot, too cold never do get no love
You need the perfect fit
I got the perfect fit
She got the perfect lips
We shared a perfect kiss
Yea
That was a perfect pic
I left my care on the side of curb
Please don’t ring ring ring
I feel the ice in the heart of my nerves
Cold like bling bling bling
If she hear this song, she gon sing sing sing
Dawg I’m after the crown like a king king king
Verse
It’s shame things change, they get low down dirty
A rude boy boss, with a bad gyal perty
Skin mad chocolate
Degree away from doctorate
African descent, so ain’t no question if she poppin’
If you only like em light, then you moving like a colorist
That’s a Jim Crow vibe and you a lame in terms of sucka shit
Dawg I need a plane to escape the pain
And if you knew the shit I was dealing with, then you’d know we were the same
Cuz it’s Americas vibe, to split us up and divide
And you ain’t telling me shit, cuz you be telling them lies
I’m often flustered by the demons inside
But then I muster up the reason to thrive
And then remember that the seasons subside
And even when relationships die
Just know
A new ship gon sail
You’re strong as oak, and every problem is frail
Remember every winner ever came from a fail
Look at the time
Where did it go
I’m feelin’ blind
There’s so much to see in this world
And I’m out of my mind
Stuck in this house
I’m stuck in my ways
Was stuck in a daze, puffin’ on haze
With so much to say
But you ain’t gotta be a star just to shine like me
You just gotta work hard, if you gon grind like
Yea
Real niggas never settle with the effort
When it get down to the wire, I just like I’m Snoop
The truth
Chorus
Niggas who run too hot, too cold never do get no love
You need the perfect fit
I got the perfect fit
She got the perfect lips
We shared a perfect kiss
Yea
That was a perfect pic
I left my care on the side of curb
Please don’t ring ring ring
I feel the ice in the heart of my nerves
Cold like bling bling bling
If she hear this song, she gon sing sing sing
Dawg I’m after the crown like a king king king
Outro
I’m on my own own own own own
I’m in my room room room room room
I made a way all on my own
I’ll be there soon soon soon soon soon
I’m on my way way way way way
I’m in my room room room room room
I made a way all on my own
I’ll be there soon soon soon soon soon
The Formula II was written by Malcolm Brown.
The Formula II was produced by TheDeeepEnd.