Lyrics Serena - Akua Naru

Serena

Beautiful black girls and boys
Make room, please make room
Make room for joy
Lo-lo-l-l-l-lo-lo-
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena
Swingin' like Venus, queenin' like Serena (whoa)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena
Swingin' like Venus, queenin' like Serena
Hated for them big booties, them buttocks, that gluteus
Every we trap, we be cluin' in
Quick to clap back and block a Twitter user, man
Designed to distract, true for them like
And now woman, go ahead, Mama, shut it down
Calibers couldn’t know the half when we come around
Mother of the sound, blues scale now
Folktales first crawled from women’s mouths
Now who gon' put it down, really rock to the brown?
the rock, that full stop, that
the Bible
Sweep the corner post, sore throat and call my house up
Skin well-preserved like how plastic Mama couch
King finna church, keep that hot corn from sweatin' out now
Who can slay in style this loud?
Leave colleagues at work transfixed
Harp on «Who dis, who you talkin' 'bout?»
(Come on!)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (right)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (oh yes)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (uh)
Swingin' like Venus, queenin' like Serena (haha, yes)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (uh, right)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (yes)
Swingin' like Venus, queenin' like Serena (uh, uh, uh)
Show up world famous, box braids and bangles
Baby here laid to the Gods and all angels
Kanekalon all angles
Headwraps, bonnets, silk scarves, snatched
Black as Fantasia, mule and forty acres
Which Williams pop off to a crowd of confused strangers?
savior, here to game the danger
Channel 18, on the backhand
And still win the majors, Grand Slam, and taste the
White tears, slayin' a world that straight hate us
Aged so graceful, retired, mistake ya
Face for teenagers', ain’t fear the favor
The hand clap when you done fucked the whole game up
Worked twice as hard for the half, the quarter, eighth, yo
How we got over through trap jazz
Newsflash, the rap for the architect creators
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (right)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (come on)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena
Swingin' like Venus, queenin' like Serena (yo, yes)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (right)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (right)
Swingin' like Venus, queenin' like Serena (uh)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (yes)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (uh)
Lost in the fever, got me queenin' like Serena (uh-huh)
Swingin' like Venus, queenin' like Serena (uh)
Black woman, my queen, my goddess, my moon, my star, my everything.
Oh!
We miss you, madam!
The fever— fever ()
Queenin'— queenin' like Serena
Q-q-q-queenin' like Serena
Serena, ha, uh, black and (Oh! Everything must)
L-l-l-lost in the, in my (Everything)
Ha, queeni— queeni— queenin' like Serena (Whoa)
Se-Se-Serena, lo-lo-lost in the fever (Whoa)
Serena-rena, Se-Se-Serena (Whoa)