Creme's Interlude

I don't know if it's in the record store yet
But I wanna pick it up
So, what's up?
It don't feel right (it don't, it don't)
It don't feel right (ooh)

Salt in our scars
White washed memoirs
We're the monarchs
We're the monarchs

Don't extend an arm
Betting on my fall
For Monetary cause
Never show your cards
Power
They do anything for it
Power
Opress us with the law
To infiltrate our cause
Reclaiming what we lost
This is ours
So don't you cry no more

Had to we handle the pain
Ooh
Try to stay sane

Man
Aye man, I'm tryna go to this record shop, man, call this nigga
I know these niggas there, we gotta call 'em right now, call 'em
Aight aight, we'll call 'em right now
Ah, where these niggas at though?

Come on, Pink Siifu, Fly Anakin, I know you're there
You're not doing anything, it's a record shop
You're fucking sitting there collecting dust
Ain't nobody there
Ain't nobody fucking there
These niggas too cool
And bye