W.A.L.E. - Sunshine Remix Lyrics
[Intro: Wale]May the optimism of tomorrow be your foundation for today[Hook]The spotlight on my fansSunshine, I can’t tell a lieWant me to say what they just wanna hear nowWant me to say what they just wanna hear now[Interlude: Wale (Rick Ross)]I can't lie I feel quite phenomenal today baby, yeahThat new black soul shit, this that new black soulThat new black soulBounce, bounceIt's so soulful at the moment(I'm just happy to be apart of it)[Verse 1: Rick Ross]Born to be poor, chose to be richBlack Panther party, nigga hold up your fistFood on my plate, gold on my neckNigga lace up your sneakers and go and get some respectCover my body with ink, I never cherished the fleshAnd buy a funeral home because niggas bury the bestWhich is sad to say, but did you graduate?Debatin' Ivy League over the UCLAsI struggled at math therefore perfected my craftIn the back of my mind I said "Establish your staff"Right or wrong niggas make mistakesYou shed your tears and then you wiped your faceYou hold your head to the sky, you put your face in the lightMakaveli the Don, I pray I make it tonightThey never said that the odds were fairNow we standin' in line for that ObamacarePray for a better today, bring my brother homeNigga murdered a child, what the ***** you was on?I just wanna let my top downBut I'm still runnin' from the dark cloudIt got me prayin' for some sunshineYou got me prayin' for that sunshineAnd I'm prayin' for a better dayI'm just prayin' for a better day[Hook][Verse 2: Common]I'm drinkin' Cabernet, think of better daysRock 'til my beard is gray like Frank Bev and MazeIn this maze they called us the black ratsBecause we trap from the projects, we stack thatHopin' I reach twenty one, nigga black jackBlackstrap molasses in the backpackDreamin' of the ***** that I slept on, cat napMoon walk like Mike Jack, but never backtrackI hold the MAC thatThem panthers and the black cats used to holdThe Kendrick Lamar Odom cause I lose controlWhen it comes to dope raps, yeah nigga you can quote thatUsed to hold back like a masseuseThe fruits of my labor is to produceOn Netflix watchin' JuiceI wanna 2pac the peopleThat mean keep 'em regal, at the same time lethal[Hook][Verse 3: Wale]I don't like to boast but they ain't touchin' the flow (nope)***** a therapist, I put everything in this coneMy only fear is marriage she scared of bein aloneShe settle for this bread so therein should be a trophyI'mma prolly marry somebody already familiarVH1 10 and I'm not thinkin about these *****esCan do without opinionsAnother brother caught up in the businessHad that lock since I lost my scholarshipI been gettin' it to my old coach and ballin'Rose gold was forty, dopest nigga recordin'Make hoes sprint the 40See me I thought money would change it it got worseBut its alot better than screamin "who got work?" (who got work?)From opening up for Back to packing out 9:30I never sold crack when crack rappin was workinWith that fact its back packin and murkinGettin' that Bobby Heenan while you Mr. Perfect[Outro]We ain't posed to never haveWe ain't posed to never have
