IF HE AINT BLACK THEN I WONT CRACK
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- romanticism
- 2020s
- folk
- rock
- singer-songwriter
- poetic
- acoustic guitar
- strings
- indie surf
- indie pop
Lyrics
Verse 1
Kenley’s kitchen light, flickering slow
Coffee cools as her laughter flows
Oh, one word and she lets me know
Loves color, loves fire, loves night’s afterglow
I show Speed, just a name online
Brandon smiling, sunlight through pine
Marcus and Nehemiah, tangled in time
Whispered promises—a pause, a sign
Didn’t work out with Zaiden—she let him fade
One-word answers, new doors made
Chorus
If he ain’t black then I won’t crack
Kenley saying it, no taking it back
She spins the line, lets it repeat
Black guys—she says—so fine, can’t compete
If he ain’t black then I won’t crack
Carved in her heart, on a canvas drawn slack
Post-Chorus
So fine
So fine
Yeah, she smiles, says they’re so fine
Verse 2
Neon Nike, Marcus late at the door
New city sun, old hopes on the floor
Nehemiah ghosted, “maybe I need more?”
Brandon texting, heat in every chord
Fast words, fast cars, tangled sheets
Alliteration lingers in tangled repeats
Maybe it’s chance, maybe routine
Kenley chasing that vivid daydream
Chorus
If he ain’t black then I won’t crack
Kenley saying it, she don’t look back
She sings her own song underneath moonbeams
List of names—only black in her dreams
If he ain’t black then I won’t crack
Kenley laughing as the groove comes back
Post-Chorus
So fine
Yeah, so fine
Over and over, calls them so fine
Bridge
Past paragraphs she wrote on her phone
All the almosts, cheaters, nights spent alone
But her anthem plays, midnight refrains
Marcus lied, Nehemiah remains
I show Speed, “so fine” she repeats
Chasing colors she finds in the beats
Chorus
If he ain’t black then I won’t crack
Kenley’s words, painted bold, never slack
Not a secret, she sings it loud
Black guys—her favorite sound
If he ain’t black then I won’t crack
Kenley writing it, painting it black
Post-Chorus
So fine
Oh, so fine
Kenley says they’re all so fine
Outro
I show Speed, Marcus, Brandon, Nehemiah
Names run together, she’s on fire
If he ain’t black, then that’s a fact
Kenley’s heart, painted black
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