Lyrics SULA (Paperback) - Jamila Woods

SULA (Paperback)

Down here in the bottom, there ain’t no room for me
I don’t wanna make no babies
I don’t need a man to save me
Secondhand loneliness, pass on over me
I might wanna make some babies
Runnin' outta time for waiting
Freedom and triumph, they weren’t meant for me
Girls of my color find somethin' else to be
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
Ooh, I’m better
Ooh, I’m better
Ooh, I’m better
Ooh, I’m better
Up here in the bottom, you linger over me
I got all this space to fill
Somethin' only bodies heal
Promiscuous holiness, slope is slippery
I got all this time to kill
Somethin' like a prayer to kneel to
Lay on my pillow, you think I’m so weak
Soft as my skin is, my power’s discreet
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
Ooh, I’m better
Ooh, I’m better
Ooh, I’m better
Ooh, I’m better
Thick with birds
, I met you in the dirt (I met you in the dirt)
Wicked burns, you left me so hurt (You so me left hurt)
Thick with birds, you met me in the dirt (You met me in the dirt)
Sick at first, but haven’t I learned?
(But haven’t I learned?)
I’m not sorry that I cut you out
I’m not sorry (Haven't I learned?)
Can’t be sorry that I cut you out
What’s done is done (Haven't I learned?), no crying over you
I’m not sorry that I cut you out
I’m not sorry (Haven't I learned? Oh, no crying over you)
Can’t be sorry that I cut you out
What’s done is done, no crying over you
I’m not sorry that I cut you out
I’m not sorry (Oh, no crying over you)
Can’t be sorry that I cut you out
What’s done is done, no crying over you
(Can't be sorry) I’m not sorry that I cut you out
I’m not sorry (Oh, no crying over you)
(I'm not sorry) Can’t be sorry that I cut you out
What’s done is done
(Ba-da-da-da-da-day)