Jamila Woods - SULA (Paperback) текст песни

Down here in the bottom, there ain't no room for me

I don't wanna make no babies

I don't need a man to save me

Secondhand loneliness pass on over me

Yeah, I might wanna make some babies

Runnin' outta time for waiting

Freedom and triumph, they weren't meant for me

Girls of my color, find somethin' else to be

I'm better, I'm better, I'm better

Ooh I'm better

Up here in the bottom, you linger over me

I got all this space to fill

Somethin' only bodies heal

Promiscuous, holiness slope is slippery

Yeah, I got all this time to kill

Somethin' like a prayer to kneel to

Lay on my pillow, you think I'm so weak

Soft as my skin is my power's discreet

I'm better, I'm better, I'm better

Ooh I'm better

Thick with birds, I met you in the dirt (I met you in the dirt)

We get burns, you left me so (You so left, oh, oh)

Thick with birds, you met me in the dirt (You met me in the dirt)

Sick at first, but havin' our love

I'm not sorry that I cut you out

I'm not sorry

Can't be sorry that I cut you out

What's done is done

No crying over you

I'm not sorry that I cut you out

I'm not sorry

Can't be sorry that I cut you out

What's done is done

No crying over you

Can't be sorry

I'm not sorry

Jamila Woods
SULA (Paperback)