paroles de chanson SONIA - Jamila Woods , Nitty Scott
Once
upon
a
time,
little
girl
on
the
grind
Met
a
boy,
he
was
nice
at
the
time
Weeks
from
the
days,
plans,
they
were
made
Soon,
you
could
call
them
an
item
Funny
how
a
title
makes
them
think
they
own
you
Tellin'
you
how
to
dress
and
who
to
talk
to
Fella,
please,
don't
nobody
ask
you
My
great,
great
granny
was
born
a
slave
She
found
liberation
before
the
grave
Who
you
tellin'
how
to
behave?
Ooh,
I'm
trying
to
forgive,
but
can't
forget
It
was
bad,
it
was
bad
It
was
bad,
it
was
bad
It
was
the
crying
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
crying
that
was)
It
was
the
lying
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
lying
that
was)
It
was
the
blaming
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
blaming
that
was)
The
self-hating
that
was
bad
(The
self-hating
that
was)
It
was
the
waiting
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
waiting
that
was)
It
was
the
doubting
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
doubting
that
was)
It
was
the
screaming
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
screaming
that
was)
The
fear
of
leaving
that
was
bad
(The
fear
of
leaving
that
was)
Uh,
uh,
uh,
yo
Once
upon
a
time,
I
believed
in
lines
Like
"I
just
wasn't
good
enough
for
you"
and
other
lies
Mr.
"Didn't
miss
the
water
'til
the
well
was
dry"
Tried
and
I
tried,
compromise,
compromise
It
was
pouring
into
you
while
emptying
me
It
was
rationalizing
all
your
toxicity
It
was
hands
around
my
neck
with
us
on
my
back
It
was
pressure,
pain,
and
panic
attacks
Had
me
faded
to
the
wire,
putting
out
my
fire
Use
to
have
requirements
that
turned
into
desires
Expected
to
retire
me
while
keeping
you
inspired
All
the
women
in
me
are
tired
Listen,
nigga
My
abuela
ain't
survive
several
trips
around
the
sun
So
I
could
give
it
to
somebody's
undeserving
son
This
pussy
don't
pop
for
you,
booty
don't
bop
for
you
Never
owe
none,
belong
to
no
one
Now
I
only
trust
patterns,
not
apologies
First
date
questions,
what's
your
ideologies?
Do
you
love
yourself?
Are
you
healing
your
trauma?
What's
your
concept
of
wealth?
Do
you
check
on
yo
mama?
'Cause
your
loyalty
ain't
slavery,
sis
That
shit
insulting
to
her
bravery,
sis
I
know
you
tangled
But
this
life
is
no
exchange
for
your
laboring,
sis
Withhold
ya
flavors,
he
unsavory,
sis,
sis
I
remember
saying
no
to
things
that
happened
anyway
I
remember
feeling
low
the
mirror
took
my
face
away
I
couldn't
recognize
her,
I
laid
and
cried
'til
my
Tears
washed
the
kitchen
tiles,
I
swear
I
couldn't
budge
But
then
I
talked
about
it
'til
mama,
sister,
cousin
Told
me
they
went
through
it
and
since
it's
in
my
blood
I
knew
I
could
do
it
'cause
if
my
blood
went
through
it
I
knew
I
could
endure
it,
I
knew
that
I
could
heal
it
Oh,
I'm
trying
to
forgive,
but
can't
forget
It
was
bad,
it
was
bad
It
was
bad,
it
was
bad
It
was
the
crying
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
crying
that
was)
It
was
the
lying
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
lying
that
was)
It
was
the
blaming
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
blaming
that
was)
The
self-hating
that
was
bad
(The
self-hating
that
was)
It
was
the
waiting
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
waiting
that
was)
It
was
the
doubting
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
doubting
that
was)
It
was
the
screaming
that
was
bad
(It
was
the
screaming
that
was)
The
fear
of
leaving
that
was
bad
(The
fear
of
leaving
that
was)
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