Текст песни BASQUIAT - Jamila Woods feat. Saba

They wanna see me angry
They wanna see me bear my teeth, yeah
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 meant it
I'm reclusive, I sleuthed it
I already know what you're thinking about 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
(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)
(Are you mad?)
Yes, I'm mad
(What make you mad?)
I can't recall
I plead the fifth, writing's on the wall
(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)

After, after all
Teeth-teeth are not employed
You can't police my joy, no
After, after all
These, not em-not employed
You can't police my joy, no

They wanna see me angry
They wanna see me bear my teeth, yeah
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 meant it
I'm reclusive, I sleuthed it
I already know what you're thinking about 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
(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)
(Are you mad?)
Yes, I'm mad
(What make you mad?)
I can't recall
I plead the fifth, writing's on the wall
(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)
After, after all
Teeth-teeth are not employed
You can't police my joy, no
After, after all
These, not em-not employed
You can't police my joy, no

Yeah, can't police my
Can't tell me when to release my (Soul)
What you looked into and then find (Soul)
Brought up the same news the last time (Soul)
I wasn't 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 the 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 liked it
I don't go outside so much they don't invite me
Interview and now there's no need for the spying

(Are you mad?)
Yes, I'm mad
Yes, I'm Black, no I don't elaborate
I said, oh yeah, I had to say
No, you ain't got the answers, wait
No human is immaculate
Gon' be dreadlocked and tatted faced
That's the story they'll gravitate

Stovetop, day one, 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
(It's like you want me to be)
(You're trying to provoke me)
After all
(This shit hereditary)
(The pressure rising, rising)
These teeth are not employed
(Some days I'm almost carefree)
(Some days I wish I could be)
You can't police my joy
(So many women in me)
(You beggars can't be choosy)
After
(It's like you want me to be)
(You're trying to provoke me)
After all
(This shit hereditary)
(The pressure rising, rising)
My smile is not employed
You can't police my joy
(So many women in me)
(You beggars can't be choosy)
(After)
It's like you want me to be
You're tryin' to provoke me
(After all)
This shit hereditary
The pressure rising, rising
(These teeth are not employed)
Some days I'm almost carefree
Some days I wish I could be
(You can't police my joy)
So many women in me
You beggars can't be choosy

(After)
It's like you want me to be
You're tryin' to provoke me
(After all)
This shit hereditary
The pressure rising, rising
(My smile is not employed)
Some days I'm almost carefree
Some days I wish I could be
(You can't police my joy)
So many women in me
You beggars can't be choosy
It's like you want me to be
You're trying to provoke me
This shit hereditary
The pressure rising, rising
Some days I'm almost carefree
Some days I wish I could be
So many women in me
You beggars can't be choosy
It's like you want me to be
You're trying to provoke me
This shit hereditary
The pressure rising, rising
Some days I'm almost carefree
Some days I wish I could be
So many women in me
You beggars can't be choosy
It's like you want me to be
You're trying to provoke me
This shit hereditary
The pressure rising, rising
Some days I'm almost carefree
Some days I wish I could be
So many women in me
You beggars can't be choosy