Aretha (feat. Redtenbacher's Funkestra)

I got Aretha in the morning

High on my headphones and walking to school

I got the blues in springtime

'Cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes

Mama, she'd notice but she's always crying

I got no one to confide in

Aretha, nobody but you

And Mama, she'd notice but she's always fighting

Something in her mind

And it sounds like breaking glass

I tell Aretha in the morning

High on my headphones and walking to school

I got the blues in springtime

'Cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes

But you got the words

Baby, you got the words

You got the words

Baby, you got the words

Oh, Aretha

Aretha, I don't want to go to school

'Cause they just don't understand me

And I think the place is cruel

Child, sing out, raise your voice

Stand up on your own, go out there and strike out!

I tell Aretha

I tell Aretha in the morning

High on my headphones and walking to school

I got the blues in springtime

'Cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes

But I got the words

I got the words

I got the words

I got the words

I got the words