Sugar & Salt

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blctxt BALANCE. Illastrate cooked up a smooth, Jazzy banger while Yamin spit raps on the sugars and salts of life. Plus 4-Ize is a damn fool in the video. #WorkingClassMusicGroup
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released July 20, 2015

Produced by Illastrate
Written by Yamin Semali


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Track Name: Sugar & Salt (MAIN)

The most beautiful smile belongs to ones with every reason to frown so I ain't tripping even if one of my teeth are brown. This world will beat you down, I was teased and clowned, dissed but now I'm missed when I leave my town,
It gets better man, leaps and bounds. I learned to swim in my tears. I could weep and drown or backstroke this ocean to the deepest sound and don't stop too I reach new ground.


Dont stop, don't stop til you get it (3x)
Don't stop, don't stop,
Some say sugar. Some say salt, if you never got to taste then it ain't my fault, so don't stop, don't stop til you get it
Don't stop, don't stop

Verse 2:

It ain't all good though,
At times I'm surprised by the ones that should know,
Optimism doesn't mean that you're not aware but if You ain't got a care, well you should bro, it's a dirty world everybody been stained by, so it's hard to trust a mufucka that stay fly, right and wrongs like night and dawn to the trained Eye, but first you got to live if you wanna explain why


Verse 3:

Piedmont park and I just left buckhead, figured I would chill and give some of the ducks bread. Blowing off steam cuz my aura was blood red, then I seen a dude playing soccer with one leg,
Now think about every man you see, metaphorically the majority are amputees, feeling detached, wishing they could heal and adapt, the only way they gonna do it is to keep it on track

Don't stop