hope

Jaden Smith

Baby girl I just hope
When I grow up I can know the ropes
I m never selling my soul
Guess we won t know until we know
So all I can do is hope, hope, hope
All I can do is hope
When I die, I ll leave a note
Until then I just hope, hope

I m about to switch it on you all
My shoes are bleeding with the blood of Martin Luther King
These ain t no Louboutin
This is for Tuff Gong
This is for activists riding in Teflon
With a bulletproof vest on
This is for Msfts who know that I m serious
This is for all the delirious kids
Who can live inside a prison pyramid
There s kids in prison, are you hearing this?
But lately this is not a conspiracy
I don t label myself a conspiracist
I need a therapist look, Fahrenheit 451
Building seven wasn t hit and there s more shit to come
The pentagon is on a run
I just hope I go to heaven when this shit is done
Business is business I get it
I m just wishing all these prisons
Was not independent
Lobbyists are in the senate
Lobbying to make it obvious
Innocent people are prosecuted for a living
I talked to Judas in my vision your bullshit is done
I ll be Martin Luther in a minute
Once all the products in the kitchen
Why do you even get passionate when you be spitting?
You know they don t even listen
They care about Ysl
And putting lean up in their fridges
And wearing crosses like they re Christian
When playing chess and I m the bishop
I ve just ran out of ammunition, baby
But I m still on a mission
Your verses sound like dirty dishes
And that s just a joke

But baby all I do is hope
Baby all I do is hope
I m never selling my soul
Yeah we won t know until we know
Baby all I do is hope, hope, hope
Baby all I do is hope
When I crawl my body knows the ropes
And I m never selling my soul (no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
And I m never selling my soul (no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Selling my soul (no, no, no)

Gloomy gloomy days in Calabasas
Cities on the maps and now it s hella ratchets
Msfts soldier with my stripes and badges
Shouldn t plug the clique but that s just automatic
Got her number there, well what s her name?
Never hit her up but I m so glad to have it
In case a lonely day she ll fall upon me
I can make a call and we can share some magic
Got a psychopathic flow I m scared of snapping
Hit them into the back and they don t know what happened
So subliminal that they didn t know
Smooth Criminal, call me Michael Jackson
I would die for this, a suicidal passion
You and I were simply too aloud to have had it
Girl, my ego had to die, ego had to fly
I m just really glad this room is padded
Because I m going harder than a running back
Once I get it all, I ain t coming back
Girl I guess we ll never talk again
Well I didn t know that you wanted that
Could ve left you with them other kids
Would ve helped us with a lot of suffering
Now I m hanging out with mutual friends
And they just do a lot of wandering
You want the comma, comma, comma, comma
I ain t want the drama, drama, drama, drama
Take you anywhere in the world you wanna go
Baby you re my pseudo babymama
Me and you a gang, gang, gang, gang
No bandana, that s no problem
Feeling cooler than a phantom
Run through where you wanna baby

First look through the valley
I can feel your body
Laying right beside me
First look through the valley
Girl I swear you got me
I can feel your body
I can feel your real side of you
I feel your soul
Kiss me through
The girls go
Where we going no one knows
No one, no one knows

Hey, Syre
Who is she?

So
Do you party much?