BASQUIAT

[Verse 1: Jamila Woods] 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 thinkin' 'bout me [Pre-Chorus: Jamila Woods] (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) [Chorus: Jamila Woods] After, after all These teeth are not employed You can’t police my joy, no After, after all My smile is not employed You can't police my joy, no [Verse 2: Jamila Woods] 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 thinkin' 'bout me [Pre-Chorus: Jamila Woods] (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) [Chorus: Jamila Woods] 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 [Verse 3: Saba] Yeah, can't police my Can't tell me when to release my (Soul) What you looked into and didn't find (Soul) Brought up the same news the last time (Soul) I was in hidin', that was just private, that was dear diary Why you entitled? Why are you pryin'? 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 a written column If they gon' misquote me, what's the point in talkin'? It is not promotion Only nonsense and it's not important Not headlinin', I was unimportant, I didn't talk about it I don't talk about it, but that's how I like it I don't go outside so much they don't invite me Interview or not, there's no need for the spyin' (Are you mad?) Yes, I'm mad Yes, I'm Black, no I don't elaborate I said all that I had to say No, you ain't got the answers, sway No human is an accolade Want me dreadlocked and tatted faced That's the story they'll gravitate Stovetop, they want 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 [Chorus: Jamila Woods] 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 [Outro: Jamila Woods] 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 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 tryin' 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 tryin' 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 tryin' 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