Video Basquiat Feat Saba de Jamila Woods 2024 R B Lyrics

Jamila Woods - Basquiat Feat Saba Lyrics

They wanna see me angry
They wanna see me bare my teeth yea

I'm a stovetop baby
I smile in your face but the oven's on high
Don't get burned!

I told you that I'm anti
I'm reclusive, I sleuth it
I already know what you thinkin' bout me

Are you mad?
Yes I'm mad
What make you mad?
I don't fuckin' know
You should tell me so
You done done it

Are you mad?
Yes I'm mad
What make you mad?
I can't recall
I plead the fif
Writings on the wall

After, after all
These teeth are not employed
You can't police my joy
After, after all
My smile is not employed
You can't police my joy

They wanna see me angry
They wanna see me bare my teeth yea

I'm a stovetop baby
I smile in your face but the oven's on high
Don't get burned!

I told you that I'm anti
I'm reclusive, I sleuth it
I already know what you thinkin' bout me

Are you mad?
Yes I'm mad
What make you mad?
I don't fuckin' know
You should tell me so
You done done it

Are you mad?
Yes I'm mad
What make you mad?
I can't recall
I plead the fif
Writings on the wall

After, after all
These teeth are not employed
You can't police my joy, no
After, after all
My smile is not employed
You can't police my joy, no

Yea, can't police my
Can't tell me when to release my
What you looked into and didn't find
Brought up the same news the last time
I was in hiding
That was just private
That was dear diary
Why you entitled
Why are you prying
Say I'm too quiet
Watch how they gon' flip it
That's not how I meant it
But that's how they write it

I'ma hear about it in a written column
If they gon' misquote me
What's the point in talking
It is not promotion, only nonsense
And it's not important
Not headlining
I was unimportant
I didn't talk about it
I don't talk about it
But that's how I like it
I don't go outside so much
They don't invite me interview or not
There's no need for the spyin'

Are you mad?
Yes I'm mad
Yes I'm black
No I don't elaborate
I said all that I had to say
No you ain't got the answers sway
No human is an accolade
Want me dreadlocked and tatted face
That's the story they'll gravitate

Stovetop they want what I don't got
Devil's advocate I saw them play both sides
That's the line they'll cross for exposure
Recluse, reluctant to share most times

After, after all
These teeth are not employed
You can't police my joy
After, after all
My smile is not employed
You can't police my joy
After, after all
These teeth are not employed
You can't police my joy
After, after all
My smile is not employed
You can't police my joy
After, after all
These teeth are not employed
You can't police my joy, no
After, after all
My smile is not employed
You can't police my joy

It's like you want me to be
You trying to provoke me
This shit hereditary
Blood pressure rising in me
Some days I'm almost carefree
Some days I wish I could be
So many women in me
You beggars can't be choosy
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