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