You'd Cry
Damn I wanna call in sick
Grandma's on the laptop
Stomach churns, it hurts to break
Only one holding it down
Wish you heard that same plane rolling around in the sky
Assertion of time away
Reverence it hurts to pray
Daddy-less daughters who leak
Hiding behind the class clown
Damn I'm tryna make sure I'm still capable of creating
Six, five, four, three, two, one, I'm counting down
Placing everything in its proper place
Two extremes at once, it's like a parade
Hit me with your car, intrude upon me
Six, five, four, three, two, one, I'm counting down
Placing everything in its proper place
Two extremes at once, it's like a parade
Hit me with your car, intrude upon me
Dot you've gotta pull it together because I expect perfection
There's no room to roll your eyes
There's no room to drag your feet
Like clean sheets you prophesize eating greener, oranger
They say the rest shows where you live
So glad that you made it
Purity nursing you back
You really wish you had closer friends
Mama finally got sick, I can never worry though
Six, five, four, three, two, one, I'm counting down
Placing everything in its proper place
Two extremes at once, it's like a parade
Hit me with your car, intrude upon me
Six, five, four, three, two, one, I'm counting down
Placing everything in its proper place
Two extremes at once, it's like a parade
Hit me with your car, intrude upon me
Grandma's on the laptop
Stomach churns, it hurts to break
Only one holding it down
Wish you heard that same plane rolling around in the sky
Assertion of time away
Reverence it hurts to pray
Daddy-less daughters who leak
Hiding behind the class clown
Damn I'm tryna make sure I'm still capable of creating
Six, five, four, three, two, one, I'm counting down
Placing everything in its proper place
Two extremes at once, it's like a parade
Hit me with your car, intrude upon me
Six, five, four, three, two, one, I'm counting down
Placing everything in its proper place
Two extremes at once, it's like a parade
Hit me with your car, intrude upon me
Dot you've gotta pull it together because I expect perfection
There's no room to roll your eyes
There's no room to drag your feet
Like clean sheets you prophesize eating greener, oranger
They say the rest shows where you live
So glad that you made it
Purity nursing you back
You really wish you had closer friends
Mama finally got sick, I can never worry though
Six, five, four, three, two, one, I'm counting down
Placing everything in its proper place
Two extremes at once, it's like a parade
Hit me with your car, intrude upon me
Six, five, four, three, two, one, I'm counting down
Placing everything in its proper place
Two extremes at once, it's like a parade
Hit me with your car, intrude upon me
Credits
Writer(s): Dot Ashby
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