Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
CYNE
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
CYNE
Komponist:in
Cise Star,Akin
Texte
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
His name is Johnathan, middle-class black kid in college and
Wonderin' why the white girls be always callin' him
Mama said, "Keep ya head level"
Don't sleep with them devils 'cause one day they gonna bring you trouble
Months later, havin' biz with Kate, Jake and Tina
After that, Tina spread eagle on the speaker
She knockin' down his laptop, the phone off the receiver
She havin' growin' pains like my man, Ben Seaver
Screamin' how baby daddy Jake could take her higher
Fascinated with hip-hop and nice tires
Save the Last Dance and oh, oh, Jungle Fever
Snoop Doggy Dogg, 50 Cent and Derek Jeter
Bob Marley princess smoke weed after Daddy calls in, call gone
Afterwards the beat is back strong
Went off for a few months behind closed doors
When she stopped bleedin' one month, outta control
Went to the clinic, three hundred dollars she spendin'
Daddy said no **** babies on his insurance
Even told Tina to say she was a victim
Call up the police so the law can come get him
Level-headed white girl, you had to give her that
She didn't give John the cuffs and bad rap
Stopped seein' him, though, 'cause her parents made it so
"**** ain't nothing but trouble" her Mama let her know
[Verse 2]
Back to Johnathan, middle-class black kid in college and
He wonderin' why he can't sleep, his heart bother him
Thinkin' 'bout this chick Tina who used to love to see him
But now she won't return his calls either
At first it was a novel affair but then it turned to care
They even talked about takin' it there
Under wraps, yes, then it turned to love because
Only meetin' after dark made it stronger than drugs
Too wrapped up in what people just might say
'Cause he a regular ****, she ain't from around the way
Actually just the opposite, her daddy had offices
High-level partisan who majored in politics
Only gave her dollars when she really needed fatherin'
The only man that gave a damn was this dude Johnathan
Didn't wanna have the abortion but her father insisted
He screamed that it would ruin her image
Even pulled some favors so it was off-record
Threw some money at her, told her it was for better
But was it for the better? Now, now, that was the question
She used her discretion, realized she need a blessing
Picked up her phone and dialed his number slow
Prayin' that John maybe be at home
Oh, oh, oh
Written by: CYNE, Cise Star, Akin