[Chorus]

The best song is probably on the B-side

Won't be surprised when the label deny

Disagree

Grey

The best song was probably on the demo

But that's not the one that got you your limo

Limousine

Grey

The single the one that wasn't as honest

But this is what they say make you the hottest

In the game

Grey, grey

[Verse 1]

Sometimes, I think about the pressures of a artist

And what it takes to get called a success even with no college

We barely even considered

Don't label me with them niggas

Infatuation with plastic, I wanted it to be realer

First, they wanted it hip-hop

And then they wanted guerilla, and then they wanted drug dealer

And then, they wanted a dancer; now, they want a drug addict

Infatuation with plastic, white girl wanna be sister

Driver wanna be walker, and walker wanna be sitter

[Chorus]

The best song is probably on the B-side

Won't be surprised when the label deny

Disagree

Grey

The best song was probably on the demo

But that's not the one that got you your limo

Limousine

Grey

The single the one that wasn't as honest

But this is what they say make you the hottest

In the game

Grey, grey

[Verse 2]

Sometimes, I think about the pressures of the label

And what it take to get paid for discovering art they ain't know existed

I know it ain't your intention to try and change me

Multimillion, your children

Private school, they attending, and album-selling what did it

I shuck and jive, a good nigga; split the pot, and I'm silent

I'ma give you your single, and you just give me the finest

"Saba, if it's so bad, then, hey, why the hell are they signing?"

'Cause sitter wanna be walker, and walker wanna be drivin'

[Chorus]

The best song is probably on the B-side

Won't be surprised when the label deny

Disagree

Grey

The best song was probably on the demo

But that's not the one that got you your limo

Limousine

Grey

The single the one that wasn't as honest

But this is what they say make you the hottest

In the game

Grey

[Outro: Saba]

Mm

Care for me, carefully, back with more clarity

Back like consecutive

I told you motherfuckers, like Oedipus

Heather B, "Sway in the Morning"

Painting that paint like a portrait

Action, I ain't for the talking

Ain't for the fame, but the fortune cool

Altering the altitude

Offering the thought for food

Authoring that art that move, mm

Carefully editing every word

Everything got to be charity

Give it my all—these melodies therapy

I keep it thoroughly, PIVOT, the legacy

How could you not be moved?

I don't give them an option to, mm

Don't nobody want to be great

Everybody want to be seen

And nobody want to be quiet

Everything is (Grey!), everything is (Grey!)

Everything is (Grey!), everything is (Grey!), mm

Care for me, carefully, back with more clarity

Back like consecutive, I told you m—

Look, everything is grey (Grey!), everything is grey (Grey!)

Everything is grey (Grey!), everything—