Lost my mind a long time ago
Cracked out, D'angelo
How does it feel to be black and beautiful?
Locked in the stu-, stu-, studio
Aw man, that's my usual
(Yeah, we do this everyday)
Aw man, that's my usual
(Aw man, that's my usual)
Yeah (yeah)
Take you out of orbit even if you can't afford it
Billions for space and pennies for the poor
So now you understand why I serve it to you raw
Real trill hours
Why I serve it to you raw
'Cause this is real trill hours
And we so stuck in the past
Yeah, and we don't know the future, yeah
Smacked us on the ass
Real trill hours (uh)
The devils killed dowers (nigga)
I was locked inside my room
'Cause I could never feel cowards (no)
He ain't with the kumbaya
Them crackers wavin' still flowers (uh)
It's the real trill hours (nigga)
Gazing in the mirror until I saw God in my honest face
Wrote the plan in his own blood they could hardly trace
Want some bread, carve a plate
Lock behind and saw their gaze
VPN, smarter plays, they plan informant, swap the base
How does it feel to be black and beautiful? (Nigga)
Locked in the studio
Doing things nobody truly knows
Uh