Mourning Doves Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Since the very first grade
Made our plans up
White folk will never understand us
Get murdered with their hands up
And we never operate by their standards
Uh
look
But you can't take your life
Black Man
Your deep inside the quiet fire
On magic 95.9
And there's no place that I'd rather be
And there's no face that I'd rather see
I know sometimes that I be on and off
Thank God my hood got mourning doves
Oh where would you wanna go
Who you rather be
Who would you rather see
Would you rather be
Who would you be without it
Who would you rather be
To be honest, baby girl i was high
To be honest baby girl i was hiding
To be honest, babygirl i was flying
On a magic carpet ride like Aladdin
Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby, don't mind me
Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby, don't mind me
Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby, don't mind me