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SZA - Ctrl Album Lyrics



SZA - Ctrl Lyrics






Supermodel

That is my greatest fear
That if, if I lost control
Or did not have control
Things would just, you know
I would be fatal

I'm writing this letter to let you know
I'm really leaving
And, no, I'm not keeping your shit
Heard you got some new homies
Got some new hobbies
Even a new hoe, too
Maybe she can come help you
Maybe she can come lick you
After we're done
What's done is done
I don't want nothing else to do with it

Let me tell you a secret
I been secretly banging your homeboy
Why you in Vegas
All up on Valentine's Day?

Why am I so easy to forget like that?
It can't be that easy for you to get like that

Oh, no, she didn't
Ooh, yes, I did
Oh, no, she didn't
I'll do it again

Leave me lonely for prettier women
You know I need too much attention
For shit like that
You know you wrong
For shit like that

I could be your supermodel
If you believe
If you see it in me
See it in me
See it in me

I don't see myself
Why I can't stay alone just by myself?
Wish I was comfortable just with myself
But I need you
But I need you
But I need you

Ooh, just get a load of them
They got chemistry
All they could say
We like brother and sister
Look so good together
Bet they f*ckin' for real

And they was right
That's why I stayed with ya
The, the dick was too good
It made me feel good
For temporary love
You was a temporary lover

Leave me lonely for prettier women
You know I need too much attention
For shit like that
You know you wrong
For shit like that

I could be your supermodel
If you believe
If you see it in me
See it in me
See it in me

I don't see myself
Why I can't stay alone just by myself?
Wish I was comfortable just with myself
But I need you
But I need you
But I need you
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Writer: Greg Landfair, Jr., Pharrell Williams, Solana Rowe, Terrence Henderson, Tyran Levon Donaldson, Carter Lang
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Love Galore

I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need

Love, love, love, love
'Long as we got
Love, love, love, oh
'Long as we got

Done with these niggas
I don't love these niggas
I dust off these niggas
Do it for fun
Don't take it personal
Personally, I'm surprised you
Called me after the things I said
Skrrt, skrrt on niggas (yeah)
Skrrt up on niggas
Skrrt down, you acting like me
Acting like we
Wasn't more than a summer fling
I said farewell
You took it well
Promise I won't cry over spilled milk
(Ooh no, I won't)
Gimme a paper towel
Gimme another Valium
Gimme another hour or two
Hour with you

Why you bother me when you know you don't want me? (Yeah)
Why you bother me when you know you got a woman? (Yeah)
Why you hit me when you know you know better?
Know you know better
Know your crew better than you do
Call me looking for ya (yeah)
I be looking for ya (yeah)
Got me looking forward to weekends
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you

We do whatever we want
Go wherever we want
Love however we want
It don't matter
You'll do whatever I want
Get whatever I want
Get whatever I need
It's about

Love, love, love, love
'Long as we got
Love, love, love
'Long as we got

Should've never gave you my number
I did it with you (ooh)
Should've never let you hit it
I split it with you
I regret it
You gots a fetish
You gots a problem
Now it's a problem, oh no
Skrrt, skrrt on bitches (yeah)
I don't know these bitches (yeah)
Dig dirt on bitches
Do it for fun
Don't take it personal, baby
Love on my ladies
Luh-love to my ladies
Uh, dated a few (straight up)

Why you bother me?
Why you bother me?
Why you bother me? (Why you bother me? Yeah)
Last time I checked you were the one that left (the one)
Me in a wreck, me in a mess (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You all I rep, like my side I rep (yeah, side)
That's that Mo city
That side that you can't come 'round at night, yeah (it's lit)
You like to get me high
You don't want no one beside ya
You like when I make fire
You say, "La Flame, keep makin' fire" (keep makin' fire)
Let me cum inside ya
Let me plant that seed inside ya
Ass and titties, titties
The only thing that stuck with me, with me
Only thing that was real
Only thing I could feel, you feel me? (Feel me)
So why you bother me, why you bother me? (with you, baby)
Tryna catch a P.O.V, yeah (with you, baby, with you)

Love, love, love, love
'Long as we got
Love, love, love
'Long as we got

Ooh, I came to your city
Lookin' for lovin' and licky
'Cause you promised to put it down
All up in your city, lookin' for you
Searchin' for your light, oh
Only thing keeping me from droppin' you right now
Right now, love
Only thing keepin' me by your side
Only thing keepin' me by your side now

But see Solána, if you don't say something
Speak up for yourself
They think you stupid
You know what I'm saying?
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Writer: Carter Lang, Cody Fayne, Solana Imani Rowe, Terrence Henderson, Tyran Levon Donaldson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Doves In The Wind

Real niggas do not deserve pussy
Meaning it's more, you see right through walls
Ain't talkin' about pussy
Meaning you deserve the whole box of chocolates
Come at me
Forrest Gump had a lot goin' for him
Never without pussy
Y'know, Jenny almost gave it all up for him
Never even pushed for the pussy
Where's Forrest now when you need him?
Talk to me, talk to me
Hey, ay, hey
Attention, all you niggas
All you bitches

Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride
Sit back and relax, you'll find just why, just why
Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride
You are now watching MADtv

Niggas'll lose they mind for it
Wine for it, dine for it (pussy)
Spend time for it, see no colored line for it (pussy)
Double back handicap and go blind for it (pussy)
Pussy got endless prisoners
Pussy always revengin' her
Pussy is calculating
And good pussy is rather dangerous
Pussy can be so facetious, the heavyweight champ
Pussy is so undefeated, let's amen to that
I mean, the pump fakes on the Facebooks
And the screw face when the bae look
Won't get you no pussy
I mean, the fake chains and the gold names
For insecure, gon' reassure you not to get pussy
You overcompensate too much for the pussy
You like to throw all kinda shade for the pussy
See, that's what pussy niggas do
I know the ways of a pussy, I see pussy lookin' at you
How many niggas get mistaken for clitoris in a day?
How many sentiments you make before runnin' pussy away?
How many times she gotta tell you that dick is disposable?
But if she f*ck a young nigga like me, it's over for you
Solána, middle fingers up, speak your truth

You could never trivialize pussy
But a bum nigga like you would try it (pussy)
I know what you really 'bout
I hear your dick is weak, buddy
It's only replaced by a rubber substitute
We ain't feelin' you

Think I caught a vibe, kinda feel a nigga
You could touch the booty if you like, I ain't trippin' on ya
(Such a nice girl, SZA)
I'm really tryna crack off that headboard
And bust it wide open for the right one
'Cause you that one
Yeah, you that one
Like doves in the wind, hey, hey
That pussy like doves in the wind, hey, hey
Pussy like doves in the wind
I will make you beg for it
I wanna see you call out

Sit back and relax your mind, just ride
Sit back and relax, you'll find just why
(Dangerous boy, I wanted to do it all)
Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride
(Unfortunately you couldn't get your shit together)
You are now watching MADtv

We take things, and my influence so far, and then it's out of my hands
And, you know, while as I said it can be scary, it can also be a little bit comforting
Because I've learned that when I get to that point, and I can acknowledge
"Okay, Audrey, that's as much as you can do," I can actually let it
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Writer: Dana Stinson, James Dewitt Yancey, John Walter Bowman, Reggie Noble, Solana I. Rowe, Trevor Smith, Cameron Duane Osteen, Kendrick Duckworth
Copyright: Lyrics © JL PUBLISHING GROUP, INC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Drew Barrymore

Why is it so hard to accept the party is over?
You came with your new friends
And her mom jeans and her new Vans
And she's perfect and I hate it, oh so glad you made it
I'm so glad you could come by
Somebody get the tacos, somebody spark the blunt
Let's start the Narcos off at episode one
(Bring the gin) got the juice (bring the sin) got that, too
Whoa, just shut up know you're my favorite
Am I

Warm enough for ya, outside, baby, yeah?
(Tell me if it's warm enough here for ya)
Is it warm enough for ya inside me, me, me, me?
Warm enough for ya, outside, baby, yeah
(Tell me if it's warm enough here for ya)
Is it warm enough outside, inside me, me, me, me?

I get so lonely, I forget what I'm worth
We get so lonely, we pretend that this works
I'm so ashamed of myself think I need therapy
I'm sorry I'm not more attractive
I'm sorry I'm not more ladylike
I'm sorry I don't shave my legs at night
I'm sorry I'm not your baby mama
I'm sorry you got karma comin' to you
Collect your soul, get it right

Warm enough for ya, outside, baby, yeah
(Tell me if it's warm enough here for ya)
Is it warm enough for ya inside me, me, me, me?
Warm enough for ya, outside, baby, yeah
(Tell me if it's warm enough here for ya)
Is it warm enough outside, inside me, me, me, me?

Sorry, I just need to see you
I'm sorry I'm so clingy, I don't mean to be a lot
Do you really wanna love me down like you say you do?
Give it to me like you say you do?
'Cause it's hard enough you got to treat me like this
Lonely enough to let you treat me like this
Do you really love me
Or just wanna love me down, down, down, down?

Warm enough for ya, outside, baby, yeah
(Tell me if it's warm enough here for ya) outside, baby, yeah
Warm enough for ya inside me, me, me, me? (Me, me, me, me, me, me)
Warm enough for ya, outside, baby, yeah
(Tell me if it's warm enough here for ya) outside, baby, yeah
Warm enough outside, inside me, me, me, me

Warm enough outside, inside
Warm enough outside, inside me-me-me-me, me-me-me
Ohh-whoa, is it warm enough outside, inside?
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Writer: Carter Lang, Macie Stewart, Solana Imani Rowe, Terrence Henderson, Tyran Levon Donaldson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Prom

Fearin' not growin' up
Keepin' me up at night
Am I doin' enough?
Feel like I'm wastin' time

Promise to get a little
Better as I get older
And you're so patient
And sick of waitin'
Promise to do better
Shoulda coulda
Probably wanna let me go
But you can't, oh
Right now I feel it pourin'
I need a little bit
Just a little bit
Just a little bit
Right now I feel it pourin'
I need a little bit
Just a little bit
Just a little bit

Please don't take it, don't take it personal
Like I know you usually do
Please don't take it, don't take it personal
Like I know you usually do
Please, please
Don't take it personal
Don't take it personal
Darling, like I know you will

Forget to call your mama on the weekend
You should put yourself in time out
Shame, shame on you
But lately you've been feelin' so good
I forget my future, never pull out
Shame, shame on me
Baby the money'll make it easier for me
To run and hide out somewhere
So far away
Hoppin' through poppy fields
Dodgin' evil witches
These houses keep droppin' everywhere

Promise to get a little
Better as I get older
And you're so patient
And sick of waitin'
Promise to do better
Shoulda coulda
Prolly wanna let me go
But you can't, oh
Right now I feel it pourin'
I need a little bit
Just a little bit
Just a little bit
Right now it's really pourin'
I need a little bit
Just a little bit
Just a little bit

Please don't take it, don't take it personal
Like I know you usually do
Please don't take it, take it personal

Like winters fall on us, heavy
Take it off me, holy
Like winter, I can't stand this
Snow is falling all on me
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Writer: Solana Rowe, Tyran Donaldson, Carter Lang
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




The Weekend

You say you got a girl
Yeah, how you want me?
How you want me when you got a girl?
The feelin' is reckless
Of knowin' it's selfish
And knowin' I'm desperate
Gettin' all in your love
Fallin' all over love, like
Do it 'til it hurts less
Hangin' out the back, all up in your lap
Like is you comin' home? Is you out with her?
I don't care long as you here by 10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I want

My man is my man, is your man
Heard it's her man too
My man is my man, is your man
Heard that's her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You take Wednesday, Thursday
Then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend

I gotta say I'm in the mood for a little bit more of that
I mean I'm saying what kind of deal, just two days?
I need me at least 'bout four of them, more of them
More you on me, on us
Just tell me you want me, yeah
Monday and I'll be at your door
Ready to take her place
Ready to give you
What you've been missin' on weekdays
What you've been waitin' for
10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, I know what you want

My man is my man, is your man
Heard it's her man too
My man is my man, is your man
Heard that's her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You take Wednesday, Thursday (don't worry 'bout none)
Then just send him my way (don't worry 'bout none)
Think I got it covered for the weekend

Ayy
Bright ideas
We've got bright ideas
Ayy (ayy)
Bright ideas
We've got bright ideas
Ayy
Bright ideas
We've got bright ideas
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Writer: Cody Jordan Fayne, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Justin R. Timberlake, Solana Imani Rowe, Timothy Z. Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Go Gina

Hey, love

Hey, I lost you, babe
Picking up a penny with a press-on is
Easier than holding you down
Can't be any harder than holding you up now
To come clean I said
To be real is to be real is
Probably true what they say about me
Probably came from my inner circle
It usually come from your inner circle
Or lack thereof and I don't know who I can trust
I've been dropping out and
I've been hanging out with my high friends
And we too stoned to pay attention
Much too cool for 7th grade

I mean, really it's same me, it's old me
You know? Same shit
I've been on the low key
Grinding (grinding, grinding)
Learning on the low key, shining
Tryin' to keep to myself
But you bring me out of character
Every time again

Damn Gina, damn Gina
Them jeans, they must be uptight mama
You need some get right mama
Go Gina, go Gina
Go get that get right mama
Go Gina, go Gina
Go till you get right, mama

I belong to nobody
Hope it don't bother you
You can mind your business
I belong to nobody
Try not to disturb
And mind my business
It works for me, it works for me, no
Go Gina, go Gina, aye
It works for me, it works for me, no
Go Gina, go Gina, aye
It works for me, it works for me, no
Go Gina, go Gina, aye
It works for me, it works for me, no
Go Gina, go Gina, aye
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Writer: Solana Rowe, Adam Feeney, Tyran Donaldson, Carter Lang
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Garden (Say It Like Dat)

Need you for the old me
Need you for my sanity
Need you to remind me where I come from
Can you remind me of my gravity?
Ground me when I'm tumblin', spiralin', plummetin' down to Earth
You keep me down to Earth
Call me on my bullshit
Lie to me and say my booty gettin' bigger even if it ain't
Love me even if it rain
Love me even if it pain you
I know I be difficult
You know I be difficult
You know it get difficult too

Open your heart up
Hoping I'll never find out that you're anyone else
'Cause I love you just how you are
And hope you never find out who I really am
'Cause you'll never love me
You'll never love me, you'll never love me
But I believe you when you say it like that
Oh, do you mean it when you say it like that?
Oh, I believe you when you say it like that
You must really love me

For real, I'm not playing no games
Boy, we back and forth
I need your support now (now, now, now, now, now)
In case you call my phone one more 'gain
Got no panties on
I need your support now (now, now, now, now, now)
I know you'd rather be laid up with a big booty
Prolly hella positive 'cause she got a big booty (wow)
I know I'd rather be paid up
You know I'm sensitive about havin' no booty
Havin' nobody, only you, buddy
Can you hold me when nobody's around us?

Open your heart up
Hoping I'll never find out that you're anyone else
'Cause I love you just how you are
And hope you never find out who I really am
'Cause you'll never love me
You'll never love me, you'll never love me
But I believe you when you say it like that
Oh, do you mean it when you say it like that?
Oh, I believe you when you say it like that
You must really love me

You don't have shit to say to me
I ain't got shit to say to you
Granny, and that's the truth
And step, and step on
Also you black heffa, yeah you, you stand your ground
'Cause I feel the same way
If you don't like me, you don't have to fool with me
You don't have to talk about me or treat me mean
I don't have to treat you mean
I just stay out of your way
That's the way you work that one
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Writer: Craig Inocencio Balmoris, Daniel Tannenbaum, S. Gherman, Solana I. Rowe, T. Melenbacher
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Broken Clocks

Run fast from my day job
Runnin' fast from the way it was
Jump quick to a pay check
Runnin' back to the strip club
I'm never going back, never going back
No, you can't make me
Never going back, never going back (nah)
They'd never take me
I've paid enough of petty dues
I've had enough of shitty news
I've had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
Love dirty men alike

Ooh
Better day than yesterday (keep cuttin' up)
Ooh
I just take it day by day
Ooh-oh-oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh-ooh
I just do it my way

All I got is these broken clocks
I ain't got no time
Just burning daylight
Still love and it's still love, and it's still love
It's still love, still love (still love), still love
It's still love, but it's still love
Nothin' but love for you (nothin' but)
Nothin' but love (nothin' but)
Nothin' but love

All that I've got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry I'm faded
Think I forgot, you love me
You love me
You love me

Got a shift at 10 AM
Gotta dip at 10 PM
Gotta get that cash
Won't get past the lunch break
I ain't had a smoke break
In about two days don't break
Been about three years since I dated you
Why you still talking 'bout me like we together?
I moved on for the better
You moved on to whoever
I was down for whatever and then some
You gon' make me late to work again

Ooh
Better day than yesterday
Ooh
I just take it day by day
Ooh-oh-oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh-ooh
I just do it my way

All I got is these broken clocks
I ain't got no time
Just burning daylight
Still love and it's still love, and it's still love
It's still love, still love, still love (still love)
It's still love, but it's still love (still love)
Nothin' but love for you
Nothin' but love (nothin' but)
Nothin' but love

I don't eat, can't sleep past 9 AM
Heartbeat make me feel young again (like I feel, like I)
Can't beat 'em just join the party (come and join the party)
I don't wanna, don't need nobody

All that I've got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry, I'm faded
Think I've forgot, you love me
You love me
You love me
You love me
You love me
(You love me)
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Writer: Adam King Feeney, Ashton Simmons, Carter Lang, Cody Fayne, Solana Rowe, Thomas Paxton-Beesley, Tyran Levon Donaldson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Anything

Maybe I should kill my inhibition
Maybe I'll be perfect in a new dimension

Maybe I should pray a little harder
Or work a little smarter
This time, baby, promise I have learned my lesson

Ooh, ooh
Down for the ride, down for the ride
You could take me anywhere
Do-do-do, down for the ride, down for the ride
You could take me anywhere
I hope you will, I hope you will, I hope you will

Keepin' up is hard to do
Even harder feeling heavy, steady chasin' you
Beep beep, why are you lookin' around, you lonely?
I feel you comin' down like honey
Do-do you even know I'm alive?
Do-do you even know I, I

Maybe I should pray a little harder
Or work a little smarter
This time, baby, promise I have learned my lesson

Ooh, ooh
Down for the ride, down for the ride
You could take me anywhere
Do-do-do, down for the ride, down for the ride
You could take me anywhere
I hope you will, I hope you will, I hope you will

Do-do you even know I'm alive?
Do-do you even know I, I
Do-do you even know I'm alive?
Do-do you even know I, I
Do-do you even know I'm alive?
Do-do you even know I, I
Do-do you even know I'm alive?
Do-do you even know I, I
Do-do you even know I'm alive?
Do-do you even know I, I
Do-do you even know I'm alive?
Do-do you even know I, I
Do you know I'm alive?
Do you even know?
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Writer: Carter Lang, Donna Summer, Giorgio Moroder, Pete Bellotte, Peter Wilkins, Solana Rowe, Tyran Levan Donaldson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Wavy (Interlude)

I think I'm bad as hell
I got issues, out of line
Sayin' tomorrow I'll do the dishes
Never come
Easy bake, easy wake, oven
Just give as much as you take
Forgive as much as you hate
Or get the f*ck out

I've been in the dugout (dugout)
Lookin' for a way out (way out)
You know just takin' it slow (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now I'm feeling worn out (worn out)
Lookin' for a way out (way out)
Somebody show me the door (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I was wavy
I've been waitin' for you, boy
And I was drownin'
I went crazy
I've been goin' crazy, boy
I found out, this the the way out
Now I'm wavy
Now I'm wavy

You know just takin' it slow
(Oh, yeah, yeah) babe (yeah)
Somebody show me the door
(Oh, yeah, yeah) babe (yeah)
You know just takin' it slow, babe
Somebody show me the ropes, babe
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Writer: Cody Jordan Fayne, James Edward Fauntleroy, Lukasz Marek Plas, Solana Rowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Normal Girl

You love the way I pop my top
Or how I lose my cool
Or how I look at you
Say why?
It ain't no fighting, no I can't stop it
This took a while, yeah
For the way I pump my fist or how I bust my hip
For your affection, tryna be down
No fighting and no stoppin'
Stick around

Wish I was the type of girl you take over to mama
The type of girl, I know my daddy, he'd be proud of
Yeah, be proud of
Be proud of, be proud, you know, you know
Wanna be a type of girl, you take home to your mama
The type of girl, I know your fellas would be proud of
Be proud of, be proud of, be proud of, boy you know
Normal girl
I wish I was a normal girl, oh my
How do I be? How do I be a lady?
Normal girl, oh
I wish I was a normal girl
I'll never be, no, never be uh

You like it, when I be, aggressive
You like when I say to you
"Get it if you got it, I'm ready and waitin' for it
I'm callin' to put it on", yeah
Like it, when I be aggressive
Love when I say to you
"Get it if you want it, I'm ready and I'm on fire
I'm burnin' to put it on", yeah, yeah, yeah

Type of girl you wanna take home to mama
Wanna be the type of girl my daddy, he'd be proud of
Be proud of, be proud of, be proud, you know, you know
The type of girl you wanna take home right up to mama
The kind of girl, I know your fellas, they'd be proud of
I'll be probably, I'll be proud like, I'll be probably a problem, oh
(No fantasy, no fantasy)
I really wish a was a normal girl
How do I be, how do I be a lady?
Normal girl, oh
I wish I was a normal girl
I'll never be, no never be, uh

This time next year I'll be livin' so good
Won't remember your name, I swear
Livin' so good, livin' so good, livin' so good
This time next year I'll be livin' so good
Won't remember no pain, I swear
People got you figured out, I was just a normal girl

Normal girl, what do you say now?
We own the world, 'cause we not going away now
Wait on yourself 'cause you can figure your way out
Normal girl
Why do you, babe?
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Writer: Terrence Henderson, Tyran Levon Donaldson, C. Harris, Carter Lang, Solana I. Rowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Pretty Little Birds

You are but a phoenix among feathers
You're broken by the waves among the sea
They'll let you die, they'll let you wash away
But you swim as well as you fly

Pretty little bird, pretty little bird
You've hit the window a few times (the window a few times)
You're pretty little bird, pretty little bird
You still ain't scared of no heights
When the spiral down feels as good as the flight
When hating you feels good for the night
When the morning comes, I hope you're still mine

When the morning comes
If the morning comes
When the morning comes
If the morning comes (when the morning comes, I hope you're still mine)
When the morning comes
If the morning comes

Told you I like gentle giants so you softened up
And you've been jack'n, bean'n, stalk'n just to get to me love
I wanna be your golden goose
I wanna shave my legs for you
I wanna take all of my hair down and let you lay in it
Spread all of my limbs out and let you lay in it

Pretty little birds, pretty little birds
Do you mean every word, you mean every word? (do you mean?)
Pretty little girls, pretty little girls
We hit the window a few times

Lately, I feel like I'm robbin' myself
Like I'm robbin' mines
Diamond cerebral peek into your cortex
Be faithful and free and just play in your vortex
I see you lying and you fly by the pound
Fly by the ounce
Fly to the south
Don't mind them bitches that's cleanin' my house
Lord, you can see, lord
You can see heights that niggas can't afford
I see them lights and you look for that shit
F*ck all that playin', you pray for that shit

But my wings don't spread like they used to
But I wanna fly with you
('Til we hit the heavens) but my wings don't spread like they used to
But I wanna fly with you
'Til we hit the heavens
'Til we hit the heavens
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Writer: Solana Imani Rowe, Isaiah Rashad McClain, Terrace Martin, Josef Leimberg, Carter Lang, Tyran Donaldson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




20 Something

How you ain't say you was movin' forward?
Honesty hurts when you're gettin' older
I gotta say I'll miss the way you need me, yeah
Why you ain't say you was gettin' bored?
Why you ain't say I was fallin' short?
How you lead me out so far away?

How could it be? 20 something
All alone still, not a thing in my name
Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love
Only know fear
That's me, Ms. 20 Something
Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love
Wish you were here, oh

Stuck in them 20 somethings, stuck in them 20 somethings
Good luck on them 20 somethings, good luck on them 20 somethings
God bless these 20 somethings
(God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh)
Hopin' my 20 somethings won't end
Hopin' to keep the rest of my friends
Prayin' the 20 somethings don't kill me, don't kill me

Weird, took us so long to separate
I feel, it's permanent like a riptide, this time
Waves crashing fast, I try
Think of the past, please stay

(How could I be?) How could it be? 20 something
All alone still, not a phone in my name
Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love
Only know fear
That's me, Ms. 20 Something
Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love
Wish you were here, oh

Stuck in them 20 somethings, stuck in them 20 somethings
Good luck on them 20 somethings, good luck on them 20 somethings
God bless these 20 somethings
(God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh)
Hopin' my 20 somethings won't end
Hopin' to keep the rest of my friends
Prayin' the 20 somethings don't kill me, kill me

(God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh)
(God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh)
(God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh)
And if it's an illusion, I don't want to wake up
I'm gonna hang on to it
Because the alternative is an abyss, is just a hole, a darkness, a nothingness
Who wants that? you know? So that's what I think about control
And that's my story, and I'm stickin' to it
That was beautiful mommy, that was perfect
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Writer: Solana Rowe, Tyran Donaldson, Carter Lang
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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