LYRIC

Oh, it doesn't seem right that I, I was born white
And my seven-stone fight told me they love me each night
I don't lose sleep for kids sewing my sheets
Or the ones snitching my sneaks, as long as I can buy 'em both cheap

American privilege, is blurring my vision, inherited sickness
American privilege, is blurring my vision, inherited sickness

Everyday I piss money away, I'm the tip of your slave
Just tryna polish this ball and this chain
'Cause I, I don't think twice, just keep it out of my sight, oh
Bitch, don't kill my vibe, no, bitch don't kill my vibe

American privilege, keeps blurring my vision, inherited sickness
American privilege, keeps blurring my vision, inherited sickness

(Robbing Peter to pay Paul)
(Cash that paycheck, spend it all)
(Build that house up big and tall)
(Robbing Peter to pay Paul)
(Robbing Peter to pay Paul)
As long as I stay comfortable
(Cash that paycheck, spend it all)
(Build that house up big and tall)
Break the bank to build the wall
(Robbing Peter to pay Paul)
As long as I stay comfortable
(Robbing Peter to pay Paul)

American privilege, keeps blurring my vision, inherited sickness
American privilege, keeps blurring my vision, inherited sickness

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