Girl, is craziness Let me you
I can't all of the things they say about me Walk in the room they shade left to right They be like, "Ooh, she face" And I just tell 'em cut me up and get They call us dirty 'cause we break all your down And we came to act a fool, is that alright? (Girl, alright) be like, "Ooh, let them eat cake." But we eat and throw them bones on the ground
Am I a for dancing around? Am I a freak for down? I'm coming up, cut me down Yeah I wanna be, be
Is it peculiar that she in the mirror? And am I to dance alone late at night? And is it true all insane? And I just tell 'em, "No we ain't" and get
I heard this is just a play with no rehearsal I wonder will this be my final act And tell me what's the price of Am I a with my skirt on the ground?
Am I a freak for dancing Am I a freak for getting I'm coming up, cut me down Yeah I wanna be, be
Hey brother can you my soul from the devil? Say is it weird to like the way she wear her And is it rude to my shades? Am I a freak because I watching Mary? (Maybe)
Hey sister am I enough for your heaven? Say will your God me in my black and white? he approve the way I'm made? Or should I reprogram the programming and get
Am I a freak for around? Am I a for getting down? I'm coming up, don't cut me Yeah I wanna be, be
Even if it makes uncomfortable I love who I am if it makes other uncomfortable I will who I am
Shake 'til the of dawn Don't a thing, so duh I take it no more Baby, we in groove and E. Badu Crazy in the black and We got the drums so Baby, here comes the song Too we moving on there's melody Show you way This joints for fight Come home and sing your But you testify Because the booty lie
No, no, the don't lie Oh no, the booty lie
Yeah, flip it I don't think understand what I'm trying to say
I asked a question this "Are we a lost generation of our Add us to equations but never make us equal. She who writes the movie owns the and the sequel. So why ain't the stealing of my made illegal? They us underground working hard for the greedy, But when it's time pay they turn around and us needy. My crown too heavy the Queen Nefertiti Gimme my pyramid, I'm trying to free Kansas City.
Mixing masterminds like your Bernie Grundman. Well I'm gonna keep like a young Harriet Tubman You can my wings but I'm still goin' fly And even you edit me the booty don't lie Yeah, keep singing and I'mma keep writing I'm of Marvin asking me, "What's Going On? March to the streets 'cause I'm willing and I'm Categorize me, I every label And while you're selling dope, gonna keep selling hope We rising up now, you gotta deal you cope Will you be electric ladies, will you sleep? Or you preach?"