Bubbles - Jamila Woods

know me

know me

know me

Black girl be in a bubble, bubble

Floating quietly out of trouble, trouble

They call you shy

Always ask why you listen before you speak

Black girl braids filled with bubbles, bubbles

Jump in puddles in double, double

How many different oils we know, we know?

To turn our skin from brown to gold

(Na na na na na na na na na na na)

(You can’t pass through my bubble X8)

You should know that

I keep knives inside my kitchen

I’m not the one you’re thinking

I’ve been picking my hair out and I know, now

How cold I really feel

Bubbles

Bubbles know me

know me

know me