Jamila Woods - Bubbles Lyrics

Black girl be in a bubble, bubble
Floating quietly out of trouble, trouble
They call you shy
Always ask why you listen before you speak

Black girl braids filled with bubbles, bubbles
Jump in puddles in double, double
How many different oils we know, we know?
To turn our skin from brown to gold (na na na na na na na na na)

(You can't bust up my bubble busta)
You should know that (you can't bust up my bubble, bubble)
I keep knives (you can't bust up my bubble busta)
Inside my kitchen (you can't bust up my bubble, bubble)
Oh not the one you're thinking (you can't bust up my bubble busta)
I've been picking my hair out (you can't bust up my bubble, bubble)
And I know, now (you can't bust up my bubble busta)
How tall I really be (bust up my bubble)