H.E.N.N.A.
Baby baby you want to save us
You planted faith, so why did rain stop?
The ground is feeding but you drain us
The leaves will fall before you wake up
The earth is shaking and you save dust
The sky is breaking but you gave it up
You turn to stone in the name of
The one who gave us hands and blamed us
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
If I go there I will blow your mind
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
Ana nor el ein o nor nar
I'll grow way higher than your Jannah
My hands are useless without Henna
My roots go deeper than your hell I'm
The aftertaste of your favorite flavor
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
Ana nor el ein o nor nar
Baby baby won't realize that
Hand Exhibition's Not Native Art
Baby baby would fall and cry but
Hidden Eyes Never Negate Above
I tried, I prayed
My Henna slowly fades
Unfolded my hands
But you can't understand
I wish I could just
Make you feel my touch
What you reap is dead
Wish you could understand
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
Ana nor el ein o nor nar
Baby baby won't realize that
Hand Exhibition's Not Native Art
Baby baby would fall and cry but
Hidden Eyes Never Negate Above
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ah-ay
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yay
You planted faith, so why did rain stop?
The ground is feeding but you drain us
The leaves will fall before you wake up
The earth is shaking and you save dust
The sky is breaking but you gave it up
You turn to stone in the name of
The one who gave us hands and blamed us
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
If I go there I will blow your mind
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
Ana nor el ein o nor nar
I'll grow way higher than your Jannah
My hands are useless without Henna
My roots go deeper than your hell I'm
The aftertaste of your favorite flavor
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
Ana nor el ein o nor nar
Baby baby won't realize that
Hand Exhibition's Not Native Art
Baby baby would fall and cry but
Hidden Eyes Never Negate Above
I tried, I prayed
My Henna slowly fades
Unfolded my hands
But you can't understand
I wish I could just
Make you feel my touch
What you reap is dead
Wish you could understand
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
Ana nor el ein o nor nar
Baby baby won't realize that
Hand Exhibition's Not Native Art
Baby baby would fall and cry but
Hidden Eyes Never Negate Above
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ah-ay
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yay
Credits
Writer(s): Beauchesne Philip, Bahmad Mehdi
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