Qing

Don't address me as anything but Qing
I wear a lot of clothes but ain't been wearing my own they
And since I've found myself aligned I remembered I am divine
Don't address me as anything but Qing
Most High be way up on high doing the damn thing
So if by fate our paths align
On Sundays it's Goddex Divine
But otherwise

The only thing I better hear you call me is Qing
The only thing I better hear you call me is Qing
The only thing I better hear you call me is Qing
The only thing I better
The only thing I better hear you call me is Qing
And on Sundays it's Goddex Divine

They walk in their truth so confidently
And authenticity you cannot buy
They are no less than infinite royalty
A deity with endless flowing vibes
At first they didn't know how precious they were
They had to figure that shit out alone
But now they've finally put on their crown
So as they ascend the throne
All hail no Sinfonia

Qing Qing Qing Qing
Q-I-N-G
Noun
A being of divine royalty whose existence transcends binary gender ideology
The category is
Royalty

The only thing I better hear you
The only thing I better hear you call me is Qing
The only thing I better
The only thing I better hear you

It's Qing darling
To swine I'll never again cast my pearls
They stuffed me in a box alive
But now my soul is unfurled
It's Qing darling
Down to the very core of my being
I'll never let somebody else
Keep me from me
And on Sundays it's Goddex Divine



Credits
Writer(s): Jacquelyn Oliver
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