Hope Lyrics - Jaden Smith

Baby girl I just hope 

When I grow up I can know the ropes 

I'm never selling my soul 

Guess we won't know until we know 

So all I can do is hope, hope, hope 

All I can do is hope 

When I die leave a note 

Until then I just hope, hope 

I'm about to switch it on you all 

My shoes are bleeding with the blood of Martin Luther King 

These ain't no Louis Vuitton's 

This is for tough gone 

This is for activists riding in Teflon with a bulletproof vest on 

This is for MSFT's who know that I'm serious 

This is for all the delirious kids who can live inside a prison pyramid 

There's kids in prison, are you hearing this? 

But lately this is not a conspiracy 

I don't label myself a conspiracist, I need a therapist 

Look, Fahrenheit 451 

Building seven wasn't hit and there's more shit to come 

The pentagon is on a run 

I just hope I go to heaven when this shit is done 

Business is business I get it 

I'm just wishing all these prisons was not independent 

Lobbyists are in the Senate 

Lobbying to make it obvious, innocent people are prosecuted for a living 

I talked to Judas in my vision your bullshit is done 

I'll be Martin Luther in a minute, once all the products in the kitchen 

Why do you even get passionate when you be spitting? 

You know they don't even listen they care about why itself and putting lean up in their fridges 

And wearing crosses like they're christian when playing chess and I'm the bishop 

I've just ran out of ammunition, baby, but I'm still on a mission 

Your verses sound like dirty dishes and that's just a joke 

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Well baby all I do is Hope 

Baby all I do is Hope 

I'm never selling my soul 

Yeah, we'll never know until we know 

Baby all I do is hope, hope, hope 

Baby all I do is hope, ho ho ho ho ho 

When I grow up I can know the ropes 

And I'm never selling my soul (No, no, no, no no no) 

And i'm never selling my soul (No, no, no) 

(No, no, no) 

Selling my soul (No, no, no) 

(No, no, no) ey ey (never selling my soul) 

(No, never selling my soul) 

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Gloomy gloomy days in Calabasas cities on the maps and now it's hella ratchets 

Mr. Soldier with my stripes and badges shouldn't plug the clip but that's just automatic 

Got her number there, well what's their name? 

Never hit her up but I'm just glad to have it 

In case a lonely day she'll fall upon me 

I can make a call and we can share some magic 

Got psychopathic flow I'm scared of snapping 

Hit them into the back and they don't know what happened 

So subliminal they didn't know 

Smooth Criminal call me Michael Jackson 

I would die for this a suicidal passion 

You and I were simply too aloud to have had it 

Girl, my ego had to die 

Ego had to fly, I'm just really glad this room is padded because I'm 

Going harder than a running man once I get it all I ain't coming back 

Girl I guess we'll never talk again, well I didn't know you wanted that 

Could've left you with them other kids, would've helped us with a lot of suffering 

Now I'm hanging out with mutual friends and they just do a lot of wandering 

You want the comma comma comma comma 

I ain't want the drama drama drama drama 

Take you anywhere in the world you wanna go 

Baby you're my suito baby mama me 

You a gang gang gang gang, no bandanna that's no problem 

Feeling cooler than a fanna', going through where you wanna baby 

First look through the valley 

I can feel your body 

Laying right beside me 

First look through the valley 

Girl I swear you got me 

I can feel your body 

I can feel your real side of you I feel your sound 

Kiss me through the girls go where we go, we know, we know 

Know, we know, we know 

Hey Syre, who is she? 

So, do you party much?