beauty supply

Take a trip with me to the beauty supply We need the standard refined Man, if I'm cryin', cry Take a trip with me to the beauty supply I need the standard refined Man, if I'm cryin', cry Fresh out the box, a bundle, two fifty Rapunzel make pennies, the market share plenty The feminist in me don't bat no eye Support the Black business, no compromise I lie to self, say this is self love To braid my hair down and masquerade hugs Because I just wanna be the love of my life Set aside my own standard and really demand hers Silly and absurd, wearin' a fur cap wig hat And then preach, "I love everything Black" I know it seem cap, it's cap Wig caps detract, sabotage, I might hold me back, like Uh, new identity, same enemy, me When I believe I'm prettier with my weave When I could see the forest behind the trees I'll be free, I'll be free, I'll be free Take a trip with me to the beauty supply I need the standard refined Man, if I'm cryin', cry Take a trip with me to the beauty supply I need the standard refined Yo, let me down by the edge of the river Pray to God that my edges deliver a good look Infantile baby hair make the men look Eurocentric look-book, residential forever We live in a momentary lapse of judgement Black concussion, asleep at the wheel We trusted the plantation to drive us home Hallelujah, I idolize a white bitch While I rock a toupee Cosplay a new identity, same enemy, me When I believe I'm prettier with my weave When I could see the forest behind the trees I'll be free, I'll be free, I'll be free New identity, same enemy, me When I believe I'm prettier with my weave When I could see the forest behind the trees I'll be free, I'll be free, I'll be free Take a trip with me to the beauty supply We need the standard refined Man, if I'm cryin', cry Take a trip with me to the beauty supply I need the standard refined Man, if I'm cryin', cry Cry Yeah, yeah, yeah Take a trip with me Oh-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa