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I'm not light enough for your party
I'm not cool enough for your friends
I get sad when I drink my liquor
I'm not small enough for your hands
I drink rum in the shower every morning
And I always cancel all my plans
I'm not close enough to your idea
Of who I really am
There's like 20 people here with white dreads
I'm thinking like "Does anybody here dislike feds?"
White boy look at black girl with tight curl like
"Hoe I know you was not invited"
So much smoke in the air
The black is a cloak that I wear
I'm just a token of broken repair
I'm just a joke in the kitchen and above all the toxic religion
If you listen you can hear a girl choke on a prayer
You call it party, I call it frat house graveyard
Walmart operations on a black and a gold
And a silver platinum grey card
With some airplane miles and champagne smiles
And justice mixed into your campaign files
Only if you can muster
America been done lost its luster
Sorry to my moms in the palms of her hands
Are the psalms on her heart like a calm lover
You could color me cacophony
Don't think I'm soft as I oughta be
Think I got lost in the modesty
Now I can't love myself properly
And the tea's done
And the simulation says "Where is she from?"
And the conversation plays on a rerun
Where your white friends at when you need one?
Where the fuck are your white friends
When you need one
When you need one
I'm not light enough for your party
I'm not cool enough for your friends
I get sad when I drink my liquor
I'm not small enough for your hands
I drink rum in the shower every morning
And I always cancel all my plans
I'm not close enough to your idea
Of who I really am
Uhhh, they name me negative Nancy
Neurotypical's nightmare, nightly necromancy
And we bargain with death, she got us feeling chancy
Catch all my demons dancing
My flaws are flaunting fancy can't they see the haunt advancing
I guess the black is catchy
I guess the culture's contagious unless the hair is nappy
I guess they give you free freedom but then they tax you happy
How badly do you want your face back?
Can you trace back, where you came from?
I can't, I plant, I dance for rain and nothing grows
I rant, I chant, I stand the pain and no one knows
No one notices the blows, the wind
The groping punches making hunches of our brown skin
I know you are drowning
You can only breathe when the casket come, basket case, vagabond
Sifting through a shifting room of white
People waving 'round their privilege like a magic wand
Clap, when you talk about your past if it's a tragic one
I done, found, dirt under my nails from the last time
I buried my body as an American pastime
They will see me dead
They will make currency of red blood for the bread
For the money they never let up, hold your head up
I'm not light enough for your party
I'm not cool enough for your friends
I get sad when I drink my liquor
I'm not small enough for your hands
I drink rum in the shower every morning
And I always cancel all my plans
I'm not close enough to your idea of, who I really am
I'm not light enough for your party
I'm not cool enough for your friends
I get sad when I drink my liquor
I'm not small enough for your hands
I drink rum in the shower every morning
And I always cancel all my plans
I'm not close enough to your idea of who I really am
I'm not cool enough for your friends
I get sad when I drink my liquor
I'm not small enough for your hands
I drink rum in the shower every morning
And I always cancel all my plans
I'm not close enough to your idea
Of who I really am
There's like 20 people here with white dreads
I'm thinking like "Does anybody here dislike feds?"
White boy look at black girl with tight curl like
"Hoe I know you was not invited"
So much smoke in the air
The black is a cloak that I wear
I'm just a token of broken repair
I'm just a joke in the kitchen and above all the toxic religion
If you listen you can hear a girl choke on a prayer
You call it party, I call it frat house graveyard
Walmart operations on a black and a gold
And a silver platinum grey card
With some airplane miles and champagne smiles
And justice mixed into your campaign files
Only if you can muster
America been done lost its luster
Sorry to my moms in the palms of her hands
Are the psalms on her heart like a calm lover
You could color me cacophony
Don't think I'm soft as I oughta be
Think I got lost in the modesty
Now I can't love myself properly
And the tea's done
And the simulation says "Where is she from?"
And the conversation plays on a rerun
Where your white friends at when you need one?
Where the fuck are your white friends
When you need one
When you need one
I'm not light enough for your party
I'm not cool enough for your friends
I get sad when I drink my liquor
I'm not small enough for your hands
I drink rum in the shower every morning
And I always cancel all my plans
I'm not close enough to your idea
Of who I really am
Uhhh, they name me negative Nancy
Neurotypical's nightmare, nightly necromancy
And we bargain with death, she got us feeling chancy
Catch all my demons dancing
My flaws are flaunting fancy can't they see the haunt advancing
I guess the black is catchy
I guess the culture's contagious unless the hair is nappy
I guess they give you free freedom but then they tax you happy
How badly do you want your face back?
Can you trace back, where you came from?
I can't, I plant, I dance for rain and nothing grows
I rant, I chant, I stand the pain and no one knows
No one notices the blows, the wind
The groping punches making hunches of our brown skin
I know you are drowning
You can only breathe when the casket come, basket case, vagabond
Sifting through a shifting room of white
People waving 'round their privilege like a magic wand
Clap, when you talk about your past if it's a tragic one
I done, found, dirt under my nails from the last time
I buried my body as an American pastime
They will see me dead
They will make currency of red blood for the bread
For the money they never let up, hold your head up
I'm not light enough for your party
I'm not cool enough for your friends
I get sad when I drink my liquor
I'm not small enough for your hands
I drink rum in the shower every morning
And I always cancel all my plans
I'm not close enough to your idea of, who I really am
I'm not light enough for your party
I'm not cool enough for your friends
I get sad when I drink my liquor
I'm not small enough for your hands
I drink rum in the shower every morning
And I always cancel all my plans
I'm not close enough to your idea of who I really am
Credits
Writer(s): Aleah Bradshaw, Taylor Bivens
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