Black Hair

Wake up in the morning feeling like Constance Wu I've got lots of natural light in my room Feel so tired, but there's nothing left to do Feel so tired, but there's nothing left to do But wait, there's a black cloud over my teacup There's black Stabilo over our prenup Paid for extra baggage, but it's time for a cleanup Two suitcases full of black hair I've got a pond big enough for my breaststroke Met Office weather warnings out for my next stroll If you're the thunder, I'm the lightning You're so thunder, I'm so lightning Date night in Haggerston, I think I've been here Wake up in the morning feeling like Nora Lum Everybody wants someone to text Everybody wants some Inevitable crisis mode, death in the fast lane Black hair, honey, but you wash it with champagne Black hair, honey, but you don't use conditioner Weekend dinner parties up in Michigan Feel so flame, I can taste the oil Feel so flame, I can taste the oil Feel so dead, I can taste the soil Feel so dead Black hair, honey, on the condoms in your purse Black hair, you're my favourite dancer in the universe Black hair, black hair, always the same verse Black hair, black hair, black hair Black hair Black hair Black hair Black hair Black hair Black hair Black hair Black hair