[Part 1: "They Don't See"]
[Verse 1: Tank and the Bangas]
Looking for a stop
Attempting to get off this rollercoaster ride
Heart still in my knees
But they don't see (They don't see)
They don't see
The moment that I drop
I get a sense that he might want a little off the top
I show you what I got
But they won't see (Aah)
They don't see
[Verse 2: Aja Monet]
Third eye cinamaroon
Clairvoyant, joyous
Rejoicing past, present, future lives
Timeless to timelines
Honey to my buns
A silhouette sculpted the size of my heart
I wanna feel like someone considers me
Adventurous, consistent, kind
A summer moon setting up the night
The ease of choosing
Take my time
Look at me with the eyes of Sunday
Make me frizzy
A loosened shirt hanging off the shoulder
Be certain this is what you want
A flower dressed as a flame
Let us sweat at the sport of pleasure
The scent of your stare
Your kiss freshwater
A current running across the smooth pebbles and stones of my breast
Feet listening to the river
You open my body like a book of prayer hands
A stern spine
Soft pages
Persuasive gaze
The intangibles of Wi-Fi love
Unlimited data plan
And the power lines are veins
Roaming nerve ends and beginnings
A foreign country of firsts
The meal of a moment to be devoured
Delicious as dimples
The soliloquy of a sky
Skin microdosing kisses
Help me take out my knotless braids
Rub my scalp
Don't use my strength against me
Tend to me, tend to me
A butterfly breaks free of being pimped
Praise the caterpillar who dreams of wings
Who dreams of wings
Handcrafted art
Home cooked laughter and bonds
Fine dining with open arms
Cherish the mannerisms
Be my compliment
[Verse 3: Tank and the Bangas]
(Bitch)
Fly as shit, cute ass bitch
Mouth that's slick, came through lit
Dope ass bitch, dope ass trick
Slick ass bitch, slick ass—
Fly as shit, cute ass bitch
Mouth that’s lit, came through lit
Dope ass bitch, thick ass trick
Slick ass bitch, slick—
[Outro: Tank and the Bangas]
(They don't see)
(They don't see me)
(They don't see)
(They don't see me)
[Part 2: "Whole Foods"]
[Verse: Tank and the Bangas]
(Girl)
I'm 'bout to start goin' to Whole Foods
I'm 'bout to get some real food
Mm, maybe that's gon' help me with this bad mood
Apples and oranges lookin' real good!
Maybe that's why my vibe been fucked up
Why my skin lookin' rough and I be tired and stuff
Girl, I'm 'bout to start spending less time on the— (Internet)
Stop having unfulfilling sex with niggas that's just not there yet
Ugh, why they not there yet?
I don't know, I just been feeling real sick
'Bout to clear up my skin, 'bout to detox in this bitch
The internet got me feeling fat as fuck
You not good enough, I'm not slim enough
I ain't trill enough, ugh, enough
I'm done with doing too much
Not giving no fucks, I'ma at least give one fuck
But it's gon' be about what I want and 'bout what I love
And that's on comma, not period
'Cause I'm not done yet
