Bill Withers
Fascinated
[Intro]
Such a cloudy day, uh
Help  me‚ Lord
Yeah 
Oh‚ Lord
Oh‚ Lord
Hold  ya head, n***a
Hold  ya head, n***a
Lord‚ Lord
Oh,  Lord
What's a hundred grand to a young n***a?
My dog doin' twenty as a young n***a
I'm prayin' for his son, he's a young n***a
Strapped  with my gun as a young n***a

[Verse 1]
Hundred round‚ n***a, hangin' out a Chevrolet (Huh)
Just a young n***a tryna see my fuckin' pay (Ahh)
My daddy caught a bus, never lookin' back
Got me standin' in the rain, first fifty pack (Woo)
It's never been the same, now I'm gettin' stacks
Tattooed names on a n***a back (Black)
Rest in peace, n***a, to my lil' n***as ('Nut)
Rest in peace, dyin' as a lil' n***a (P-Nut)
Buried like a soldier, he's a true n***a (P-Nut)
Throw the flag on his casket, he's a true n***a (P-Nut)
You pussy n***as talkin' like you knew n***as
Young n***as, y'all some new n***as
[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young n***a (Huh)
Gold watches fascinate a young n***a (Huh)
Fine bitches fascinate a young n***a (Yeah)
They just wanna assassinate a young n***a (Woo)

[Verse 2]
They wanna give you five (Five), wanna give you ten (Ten)
Fifteen (Fifteen), send you back again (Damn)
Gave my dog life, said he was a killa (Killa)
Conspiracy for me 'cause I run with dealers (Whoa)
Gave a n***a thirty, he converted Muslim (Inshallah)
Top down, n***a, got them bitches lookin' (Inshallah)
Real n***a, Gs on my belt buckle (Huh)
Huggin' on my mama 'cause n***as don't love ya (I love ya)
Cold pistol, n***a, cold bullets (I love ya)
Shout out to my dog, he gon' pull it
I put that on my soul, that's on everythang
I put that on my soul, that's on everythang (Maybach Music)

[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young n***a (Huh)
TV fascinate a young n***a (Huh)
Yella hoes fascinate a young n***a
Hey, hey
[Verse 3]
I be cryin' in my car, n***a
Nightmares of dyin' in my car, n***a (I ain't lyin')
I just wanna stack my meatloaf
I just wanna keep my heat close (I got it)
I heard a n***a killed his self
I heard a n***a killed his self
I'ma ride 'til it's all gone
Uh, I'ma ride 'til it's all gone
Rest in peace to the trill
Rest in peace to the real
Straight from me, n***a will
And believe me, a n***a will

[Interlude]
Oh
Maybach Music
Oh
Whoa
I know you goin' through some thangs, n***a
I got chills goin' up my arm
My n***a gone

[Verse 4]
Pussy n***a, I'm independent
Pussy n***a, I want every pendant
Keep your business, keep your phones, n***a
I'm tryna do my own, n***a
Keep them pussy-boys from 'round me, n***a (Oh Lord)
Keep all pussy-boys from 'round me, n***a (Please, Jesus)
Keep all pussy-boys from 'round me, n***a (Please, Jesus)
I'm scared, these pussy-boys surroundin', n***a
I'm so real, I'm so real
I'm so real, I'm so real
I feel alone, n***a, all alone (I'm so alone)
I feel alone, n***a, all alone
[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young n***a (Young n***a)
Gold watches fascinate a young n***a (I got 'em all)
Fine bitches fascinate a young n***a (I want 'em all)
They just wanna assassinate a young n***a

[Post-Chorus]
What's a hundred grand to a young n***a?
My dog doin' twenty as a young n***a
I'm prayin' for his son, he's a young n***a
Strapped with my gun as a young n***a

[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young n***a
Gold watches fascinate a young n***a
Fine bitches fascinate a young n***a
They just wanna assassinate a young n***a