This is a song about "Whiter shade"

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

20$ for a small coffee, it's whiter than ireland

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Chilling out in the shade

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

So please just bury it in the shade,

If i should die before i wake

#but #fuck #it like a gay parade, i'll leave y'all in that shade of gray,

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

He talks to himself but nobody's there. a shade in the night, just a blare