Ivy Sole Bittersweet
Verse 1
I used to walk it out with my kinfolk
Bodies bend to the tempo
Watching the old heads grins go
Tenfold, my friends blow
Kush called grandaddy we ain't had one for years
The object's always closer than it appears
Well abject go that way
Tax code don't touch me
Black code don't crunch me
To smithereens, I've withered under
Better sons than overseers
I understand I'm just an offspring
Of a newly freed man
Of a newly freed clan
Me and my newly freed hands
We were made shaping fresh clay
We were made for planting new seed
To reap the winnings of our day
And baby it's a celebration, clap clap bravo
I want what's mine today, can't be worried about tomorrow
Hook
I don't want it if it's bittersweet
I don't want it
I don't want it
I don't want it
I don't want it if it ain't for me
(it's abolition or bust, you gotta trust me)
I don't want it if it's bittersweet
I don't want it
I don't want it
I don't want it
I don't want it if it ain't for me
(hey freedom I was thinking of you)
Verse 2
I want both hands around your waist
And your chin grazing my shoulder
Your lips all on my ear to convince me I should stay over
I want lazy disposition to moving this to the bed
I want pages pushed from the table room for bodies instead
I want nails in my back
I want heels on my spine
I want thighs on my hip
I want you time after time
And most importantly my love
I want you off of my mind
I want you under my gaze
I want you, I want you
I be so tempted to touch
Got you tucked under my mental
For centuries we been f..cked
So I'm holding onto this gentle
I'm holding onto your body
Golden flying where doves should be
I think freedom might be you loving me
But I don't want it if it's bittersweet
Hook x 2
I don't wanna have to search for joy, I want my shit plain
I don't want more silver linings at the edge of my pain
I don't want my niggas marching or them chanting my name
I want my sweet without the bitter, gimme sun with no rain
