| Well we must be some zanies and fools | 
| To take a gamble on this love just like we do | 
| What a wonderfully crazy thing to do | 
| Love like mine that we were powerless to choose | 
| I’m so powerful every time I look at you | 
| No memory of anything I couldn’t do | 
| It’s possible, so possible | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Once upon a time I wasn’t sure of myself | 
| I would always claim I never had no help | 
| Look into the mirror, the most unfair of all | 
| Hit the Player’s Ball, it was unbearable | 
| Another big birthday, another milestone | 
| To make your birthstone feel like rhinestone | 
| The caterpillars that had burrowed inside my belly | 
| Started to flutter before I learned how to fly | 
| I had a bunch of midlife crisises 'fore I turned 25 | 
| The teachers put me in the back where I was learning to hide | 
| 'Cause when the teachers call you special, that’s a perfect disguise | 
| I had to bury all the dancing that would burgeon inside | 
| I got quiet, thought the silence was the perfect reply | 
| I turn to Casper any time a nigga turn on the slide | 
| Until I turned up at the talent show, a permanent high | 
| I had Jesus behind the wheel before I learned how to drive | 
| 'Cause it’s press | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| Once upon a time, a lady who tried twice | 
| At being a good wife and giving a good life | 
| To both of her lil' girls with ballerina tights | 
| She called up the RE/MAX and opened her own site | 
| Clothes and open houses, hired her own type | 
| Alimony is phony, she paid for her own flights | 
| Crazy office parties, she’s throwin' 'em inside | 
| And my mama sealed my fate when she opened the invite | 
| The lady had a plan, she knew it all in advance | 
| The party was a good mixture of employees and friends | 
| She told the people comin' to make sure they bring their kids | 
| Yeah, bring some food, but just make sure you bring your kids | 
| After we arrived and after standing around | 
| The lady take the glass and told us gather around | 
| For a special performance from her daughters, she said it proud | 
| But tonight they not my daughters, tonight they Destiny’s Child | 
| Out from the back came three lil' survivors | 
| In formation, choreo tighter | 
| One on the left, I think I might like her | 
| One on the left, I think I might love her | 
| Lady just folds her arms, rubs her hands | 
| All of the lessons, learn how to dance | 
| All of these moments left up to chance | 
| Everything will go right as it can | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| (Vous allez à comprir, vous allez à comprir, allez) | 
| It’s possible (Tu ta grandé) | 
| It’s possible (Tu ta grandé) | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| Once upon a time, I had carats supplied | 
| To a pair of fair rings I would share with the bride | 
| Every kiss begins with clear cut clarity sides | 
| They were forever, but marriage had an apparent decline | 
| Now we live in fear of doin' what our parents was tryin' | 
| So every Rapunzel don’t got the kind of hair you can climb | 
| Every since they lost a slipper, every pair that they find | 
| They say these boots were made for dancing like Mary J. Blige | 
| We live a life apart, life so hard | 
| Life’ll never really end up like the start | 
| We learn together how the back door feels | 
| And we was jumping over brooms in tobacco fields | 
| We was the same, all black folks still | 
| Until the white man found out black votes steal elections | 
| So they legitimized us, but behind us | 
| It’s still black folks at the back door still | 
| For every small increment liberated, our women waited | 
| And all they privacy been invaded | 
| Almost every trade I got through the slave owner | 
| Dark skin, brown, nose round, but the Bennett made it | 
| Now I wanna give it to her, Sierra Leone, serenade | 
| Sometimes love come with it’s own barricade | 
| Sometimes love just gotta hold, marinate | 
| Let it hold, let it wait, here it go, here it go | 
| It’s possible (It's possible) | 
| It’s possible (It's possible) | 
| (Vous allez à comprir, vous allez à comprir, allez) | 
| It’s possible (Tu ta grandé) | 
| It’s possible (Tu ta grandé) | 
| It’s possible | 
| It’s possible | 
| Ayy, yo | 
| Once upon a time, a girl from Trinidad | 
| Had to fly to Canada and sneak into the land | 
| Of the free and of the brave, feet under the sand | 
| And I came in realizing nothing free in the land | 
| Dreams of making money, had to split it with Sam | 
| All that Making the Band, yeah, I could’ve did it, but damn | 
| Had to really be on the come-up, had to stick to the plan | 
| Went from rockin' with Fendi, now Fendi know I’m a brand | 
| That’s how God do, I’m in your top two | 
| And I ain’t number two, conquered rap, then the pop too | 
| You gon' stop who? | 
| Get off cock, dude | 
| This itty bitty piggy giving bitches what they bop to | 
| I met my husband when I was 17 out in Queens | 
| If you love it, let it go, now I know what that means | 
| While he was up North for a body | 
| I bodied everybody and got known for my body | 
| My nigga home now, he the Clyde to my Bonnie | 
| 'Bout to walk down the aisle and be a mommy | 
| Ooh, I remember when I cried like, «Why me?» | 
| Now I wouldn’t exchange my life for Armani | 
| Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming and then it hits me | 
| Gotta remember who I am when it slips me | 
| Kids running up to the car yelling, «Nicki» | 
| All my bad bitches, I know that y’all with me | 
| Fuck they thought was sittin' in my seat? | 
| Got a big bowl of ice cream sitting in my Jeep | 
| Got some felons that’ll put you on ice, so don’t sleep | 
| 'Bout to dead this whole beat for rocks and gold teeth | 
| It’s possible, it’s possible | 
| It’s possible to me |