Sonya June - Product

God

I used to talk like I would know stuff
Dad would say I'm different, but I kept my silly nose up
These niggas not my friends, they just like me cuz my skin
I ain't for that shit, pretend
I ain't for that shit, pretend

I don't know the end-game, my mind changes every damn day
Fuck what a fan say, I think I'll ask my four walls how I'm doing
I ask my piano the same thing on a Wednesday
Am I releasing the same thing

Coming homebound

My soul so colorful though
I love the sounds it creates
When I'm unaware I present the love I wish the world had
I hate the fact my gay friends still gotta be sad
My black friends still don't know they dads

I just wanna know you God
I just wanna know you God
I should be lucky I got one

I swear to God I just want to know who you are
I swear to God I just want to know who's that star
I swear to God I just want to know who you are
I swear to God I just want to know who's that star

I ain't who I was no more
I guess you could say I love the old me, better than all my homies
Quiet as a token black kid should be
Accepted by nobody
These girls would just look over me
I'm over the moments of awkward possibilities
If you don't like me for me then why the fuck are you still listening
My face is not too perfect, but best believe I will stay glistening, my nigga

You don't know the real me
You don't know the real me
That's how it's supposed to be
You don't know the real me
You don't know the real me
That's how it's supposed to be

I swear to God I just want to know who you are
I swear to God I just want to know who's that star
I swear to God I just want to know who you are
I swear to God I just want to know who's that star
I swear to God I just want to know who you are
I swear to God I just want to know who's that star
I swear to God I just want to know who you are
I swear to God I just want to know who's that star

Hit it
I don't talk on my niggas, I'm loyal
You a dog if you don't got royal
Hit it, roll it, with my city, niggas
I don't talk on my niggas, I'm loyal
You a dog if you don't got royal
Hit it, roll it, with my city, niggas

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Writer(s): Gerald Jones Ii
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