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Black Dud’n Crack
She’s got eyes dreamier than sunsets over Alabama clay,
A little bit of magic in the way she starts her day.
She’s watched the seasons turn and the years roll fast,
But she’s holding onto something that was built to last.
I’m looking at a picture from back in oh‑three—
She looks just like the woman standing right here with me.
While the world keeps chasing every potion and cream,
She’s living proof of a timeless kind of dream.
And they say the black dud’n crack—baby, that’s the truth.
She’s got a lifetime lease on the fountain of youth.
Black Girl Magic, and it’s mesmerizing too,
’Cause every time I look at her, ebony is brand spanking new.
Yeah, the clock might tick, but the lines don’t show—
She’s got grace and a rhythm and a natural glow.
The years keep rolling, but she stays on track.
Honey, it’s a fact: that black dud’n crack.
She got skin like warm mocha soaking in the sun,
And a smile that tells the world I’m the lucky one.
She’s smooth as the river, soft as the pine,
While I’m over here aging like a wrinkled old vine.
She says it’s in the spirit, says it’s in the soul,
But I think it’s a blessing that she’s in control.
From her head to her toes, she’s a work of art—
A twenty‑year‑old face with a golden heart.
And they say the black dud’n crack—baby, that’s the truth.
She’s got a lifetime lease on the fountain of youth.
Black Girl Magic, and it’s mesmerizing too,
’Cause every time I look at her, ebony is brand spanking new.
Yeah, the clock might tick, but the lines don’t show—
She’s got grace and a rhythm and a natural glow.
The years keep rolling, but she stays on track.
Honey, it’s a fact: that black dud’n crack.
Time is a thief—or so I’ve been told—
But he still can’t find a way to make her look old.
She’s dancing in the kitchen, laughing in the rain,
Looking like a schoolgirl all over again.
Yeah, it’s a fact… The black dud’n crack.
No, it dud’n—
Just keep on shining, baby.
