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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Janelle Monáe
Janelle Monáe
Lead Vocals
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Programming
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Irvin III
Nathaniel Irvin III
Songwriter
David Axelrod
David Axelrod
Songwriter
Janelle Monáe Robinson
Janelle Monáe Robinson
Songwriter
Nana Kwabena
Nana Kwabena
Songwriter
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Arranger
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Janelle Monáe
Janelle Monáe
Recording Engineer
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Producer
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Recording Engineer
Chuck Lightning
Chuck Lightning
Executive Producer
Sean 'Diddy' Combs
Sean 'Diddy' Combs
Executive Producer
Mick Guzauski
Mick Guzauski
Mixing Engineer
David Kutch
David Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Let's get sc- I don't, I don't care I, I don't I don't, I don't care I, I don't I don't, I don't I, I don't I don't, I don't care Let's get Yeah Yeah, this is my palace, champagne in my chalice I got it all covered like a wedding band Wondaland, so my alias is Alice And we gon' start a motherfuckin' pussy riot Or we gon' have to put 'em on a pussy diet Look at that, I guarantee I got 'em quiet Look at that, I guarantee they all inspired A-town, made it out there Straight out of Kansas City, yeah we made it out there Celebrated, graduated, made it pass, fail Sassy, classy, Kool-Aid with the kale Momma was a G, she was cleanin' hotels Poppa was a driver, I was workin' retail Kept us in the back of the store We ain't hidden no more, Moonlit nigga, lit nigga Already got a Oscar for the casa Runnin' down Grammys with the family Prolly give a Tony to the homies Prolly get a Emmy dedicated to the Highly melanated ArchAndroid orchestrated Yeah, we highly melanated ArchAndroid orchestrated Yeah, Jamanati, still jammin' Box office numbers, and they doin' outstandin' Runnin' outta space in my damn bandwagon Remember when they used to say I look too mannish Black girl magic, y'all can't stand it Y'all can't ban it, made out like a bandit They been tryin' hard just to make us all vanish I suggest they put a flag on a whole another planet Jane Bond, never Jane Doe And I Django, never Sambo Black and white, yeah that's always been my camo It's lookin' like y'all gon' need some more ammo I cut 'em off, I cut 'em off, I cut 'em off like Van Gogh Now, pan right for the angle I got away with murder, no Scandal Huh, cue the violins and the violas We gave you life, we gave you birth We gave you God, we gave you Earth We fem the future, don't make it worse You want the world? Well, what's it worth? Emoticons, Decepticons, and Autobots Who twist the plot? Who shot the sheriff, then fled to Paris In the darkest hour, spoke truth to power? Made a fandroid outta yo' girlfriend Let's get caught downtown in the whirlwind And paint the city pink, paint the city pink And tuck the pearls in, just in case the world end And nigga, down dawg Nigga move back, take a seat, you were not involved And hit the mute button Let the vagina have a monologue Mansplaining, I fold 'em like origami What's a wave, baby? This a tsunami For the culture, I kamikaze I put my life on a life line If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it? If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it? Do anybody got it? Do anybody got it? I say anybody got it? Let's get sc-
Writer(s): David Axelrod, Janelle Robinson, Nana Tuffuor, Nathaniel Irvin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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