Nubian Queen

Um what money got to do with it Kendrick pimpin' butterflies Niggas be pimpin' pigeons I been contemplating It's hard to trust these niggas in a chrysalis They pull up in new Jordans like a pegasus Fuck "together-ness", when I run you walk When I sleep you talk, and then when I am you gawk I'd rather talk on the finer things in life How I hold my empathy and won't die just somebody's wife My life, ain't so pretty and clean Bitches stay throwing shade around me like my name is Celine Grew up rough around the edges, learned to lay them so clean But when you see them, think they for you, call me "Nubian Queen" uh Jesus the notorious bust of a man that never had enough Didn't grow up Wouldn't show up, when a sister died How we go from babies to the targets of your pain against your pride My bad, am I saying too much Because I think I actually like it when I'm saying too much Because I think I actually like it when you have to grow up And take your breath up off my neck so that my stride won't slow up Jesus the notorious, and I think we've had enough of the love not showing up And you know it ain't enough I've been missing my only When my mama come hold me Shouldn't have to feel lonely Give me space and time, time Mmm, mmm, da da da Bara, bara, bara suayo Bara su, bara su, bara su, bara su Bara suayo Mete fanm sou ou Mete fanm sou ou Mete fanm sou ou Bara bara bara bara, bara suayo Omonia lawana mama kenirawo e Omonia lawana mama kenirawo Omonia lawana mama kenirawo, oh Obbara suayo Obbara suayo Obbara suayo eke, eke (Eshu oddara) Eke, eke...