Black Magic (Make It Better)
Lyrics
LB Bidness!
Alright, alright, alright
Yea!
Alright, alright, alright
Yea, uh
Black skin, black faces, black people make black magic
So pay me every fuckin' dime and add taxes
Copper feel in a room full of brass tactics
I been about that work, boy, I been ASCAP'in
You been lyin' 'bout yo bread, nigga you axe cappin'
You really 'bout that life or you just hashtaggin?
You really self made or is you CashApp'in?
Doin' everything you can to make the cash happen?
These new niggas do a whole lotta back slappin'
See you win without they help, then they golf clappin'
No applause in my trophy hall
I'm still focused on the goal and not what's hangin on the walls
Listen: All I need is the sports channel, and a glass of your finest red
You feel me?
Ha!
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Yea!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Oh!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Come on!)
You can make it better why don't you, love?
Yo, I sat down and I started writing you this letter
I'll never make it perfect, just tryna make it better
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Alright!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Go!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Alright!)
You can make it better why don't you, love?
Black skin, black faces, black people make black magic
Cut from a different cloth, you know the finest fabric
That's intertwined our DNA
You go to work, whether you corner boy or startin' in the NBA
Even if you never left the porch gotta know you pray
'Cause once they put you in the game, gotta know the play
And when it's time to leave the game, take a bow and say
"Thanks for the warm welcome, I ain't tryna overstay"
Good timin', the importance of, I can't overstate
Drop facts over hot wax like Odelay
The killer type on a thriller night like Ola Ray
It's close to midnight, get right and let's motivate
I need my ginger ale, and 5 lemon peppers
All flats, nigga
Let's go!
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Come on!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Yea!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Come on!)
You can make it better why don't you, love?
Ayo, I sat down and I started writing you this letter (ooh yea, yea)
I'll never make it perfect, just tryna make it better (I just wanna make it!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Alright!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Uh huh!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Ok!)
You can make it better why don't you, love? (I just wanna make it!)
(Alright!)
(Alright!)
Writer(s): Bernard Edwards, Brandon Paak Anderson, Dexter Raymond Jr. Mills, Jairus Lemuel-Jada Mozee, Kadhja Bonet, Phonte Lyshod Coleman, Thomas Jones
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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