Kendrick Lamar feat. U2 XXX. Lyrics

DAMN. Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 BLOOD.
  • 2 DNA.
  • 3 YAH.
  • 4 ELEMENT.
  • 5 FEEL.
  • 6 LOYALTY.
  • 7 PRIDE.
  • 8 HUMBLE.
  • 9 LUST.
  • 10 LOVE.
  • 11 XXX.
  • 12 FEAR.
  • 13 GOD.
  • 14 DUCKWORTH.
  • America, God bless you if it's good to you
    America please take my hand
    Can you help me underst-
    New Kung Fu Kenny

    Throw a steak off the yacht
    To a pool full of sharks, he'll take it
    Leave him in the wilderness
    With a sworn nemesis, he'll make it
    Take the gratitude from him
    I bet he'll show you something, woah
    I'll chip a ***** little bit of nothin'
    I'll chip a ***** little bit of nothin'
    I'll chip a ***** little bit of nothin'
    I'll chip a ***** then throw the blower in his lap
    Walk myself to the court like ***** I did that x-rated
    Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more
    Johnny said books ain't cool no more (no more)
    Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
    Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'
    God bless America you know we all love him
    Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
    Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
    He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
    Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done
    He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me?
    It's been a ****ed up day for me
    I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome"
    He was lookin' for some closure
    Hopin' I could bring him closer
    To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
    "I can't sugar coat the answer for you
    This is how I feel—if somebody kill my son
    That mean somebody's gettin' killed"
    Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
    All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
    I wait in front a *****s spot and watch him hit his block
    I'll catch a ***** leavin' service if that's all I got
    I'll chip a ***** then throw the blower in his lap
    Walk myself to the court like, "***** I did that"
    Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
    I can't even keep the peace, don't you **** with one of ours
    It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
    Ghetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dial
    Let somebody touch my momma
    Touch my sister, touch my woman
    Touch my daddy, touch my niece
    Touch my nephew, touch my brother
    You should chip a ***** then throw the blower in his lap
    Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
    Call you back

    Alright kids we're gonna talk about gun control
    (Pray for me) Damn

    It's not a place
    This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
    You close your eyes to look around

    Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
    The great American flag
    Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
    Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
    Barricaded blocks and borders
    Look what you taught us
    It's murder on my street, your street, back streets
    Wall street, corporate offices, banks
    Employees and bosses with homicidal thoughts
    Donald Trump's in office, we lost Barack
    And promised to never doubt him again
    But is America honest or do we bask in sin?
    Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
    Then bash him in, you crippin' or you married to blood?
    I'll ask again—oops—accident
    It's nasty when you set us up
    Then roll the dice, then bet us up
    You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
    Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
    Americas reflections of me
    That's what a mirror does

    It's not a place
    This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
    You close your eyes to look ar—

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