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Lyrics: Sage Harris Music: Sage Harris Your negra ain't shit Why don't we indulge and commit? Why we playing games knowing this? Why is it so hard to exist?   Negras baptize in the same lies Could never do the same 'cause I'm 'bout mine **** it, I'll take the risk I see just what it is Blinded when we make love Surprised this ain't a damn drug, huh   We'll probably never make up Ice the pain, numb the lies On different waves but we both collide Sick in my eyes, blood in my eyes We insane but we both in disguise, huh Smoking the same shit, both on a high That's why I find it always comes right back to you   Know we'll find a way somehow What do we do? I should be your negra now What do we do? You should've been here by now What do we do? What do we do?   Your negra ain't shit That's probably why you ain't outside That's probably why you ain't in sight Ironically you caught my eye, remember?   The same negras that I won't pronounce Is the same negras with too much air in they mouth, uh, yeah They probably say what they want about me I'm on two if it's brought around me If it gets to jumping then it's you I see I'm coming for everybody no lie   What do we do? Know we'll find a way somehow What do we do? I'm gon' be your negra now What do we do? You should've been here by now What do we do? What do we do?