Текст Jamila Woods – BETTY

Oh I’m different, I’m a cup of mild sauce
Sweet tongue but don’t get me in a papercut
I’ll fight you with my eyes oh when they call me shy
They just frightened of what’s in my mind

I am not your typical girl
Throw away that picture in your head
I am not your typical girl
Work harder now work harder

Running from myself
I come undone
I wait, I try
Falling for myself
It’s taken time
To know I’m mine

What is it with you independent men?
It’s always something
Threatening your masculine
Energy you think it’s fleeting
Nothing you ain’t give to me
I can take away from you now
Let me be I’m trying to fly you
Insist on clipping my wings

Running from myself
I come undone
I wait, I try
Falling for myself

Curl in the middle of my forehead, I’m bad
Take a picture if you want me quiet I said
Sweet like the candy in Joycetta’s purse on Sunday
But I’m bitter when you try to hold me back