Golden Hour
Okay, so when you're done with the project
Just straight to the home
You're not going anywhere
And also, what pronouns is your friend?
He-him, right?
I don't wanna hear she-her
It better not be a girl
No questions asked
Always with my brother, pointing from the far
We gon' be a star from another mother
Brothers from the start riding in the car
This time was another
Teacher picked my partner
She sitting on my right but I gotta lie to her on the phone
Why you got, got to lie?
'Cause my mama be mad just 'cause you're a girl, not a guy
I don't want my eye to lose its sight or get a black eye
I don't know why
Or she'll ruin my night
Just an Indian Beta
Sitting in my class
Masala made me gas
It's just whatever
Heard all of the laughs
Put my head down fast
Too late to cover
And I got so nervous
She knew that I was farting but not even laughing
Just like how they did at the fart from my side
She's so real for this
So much realer than all the guys
But I gotta lie to her on the phone
Why you got, got to lie?
'Cause my mama be mad just 'cause you're a girl, not a guy
I don't want my eye to lose its sight or get a black eye
I don't know why
Or she'll ruin my night
Just straight to the home
You're not going anywhere
And also, what pronouns is your friend?
He-him, right?
I don't wanna hear she-her
It better not be a girl
No questions asked
Always with my brother, pointing from the far
We gon' be a star from another mother
Brothers from the start riding in the car
This time was another
Teacher picked my partner
She sitting on my right but I gotta lie to her on the phone
Why you got, got to lie?
'Cause my mama be mad just 'cause you're a girl, not a guy
I don't want my eye to lose its sight or get a black eye
I don't know why
Or she'll ruin my night
Just an Indian Beta
Sitting in my class
Masala made me gas
It's just whatever
Heard all of the laughs
Put my head down fast
Too late to cover
And I got so nervous
She knew that I was farting but not even laughing
Just like how they did at the fart from my side
She's so real for this
So much realer than all the guys
But I gotta lie to her on the phone
Why you got, got to lie?
'Cause my mama be mad just 'cause you're a girl, not a guy
I don't want my eye to lose its sight or get a black eye
I don't know why
Or she'll ruin my night
Credits
Writer(s): Bunty
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