Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Django Jane , by - Janelle Monáe. Song from the album Dirty Computer, in the genre R&BRelease date: 26.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Django Jane |
| Let’s get sc— |
| I don’t, I don’t care |
| I, I don’t |
| I don’t, I don’t care |
| I, I don’t |
| I don’t, I don’t |
| I, I don’t |
| I don’t, I don’t care |
| Let’s get… |
| Yeah |
| Yeah this is my palace, champagne in my chalice |
| I got it all covered like a wedding band |
| Wondaland, so my alias is Alice |
| And we gon' start a motherfuckin' pussy riot |
| Or we gon' have to put 'em on a pussy diet |
| Look at that, I guarantee I got 'em quiet |
| Look at that, I guarantee they all inspired |
| A-town, made it out there |
| Straight out of Kansas City, yeah we made it out there |
| Celebrated, graduated, made it pass/fail |
| Sassy, classy, Kool-Aid with the kale |
| Mama was a G, she was cleanin' hotels |
| Papa was a driver, I was workin' retail |
| Kept us in the back of the store |
| We ain’t hidden no more, moonlit nigga, lit nigga |
| Already got a Oscar for the casa |
| Runnin' down Grammys with the family |
| Prolly give a Tony to the homies |
| Prolly get a Emmy dedicated to the |
| Highly melanated |
| ArchAndroid orchestrated |
| Yeah, we highly melanated |
| ArchAndroid orchestrated |
| Yeah, Jamanati still jammin' |
| Box office numbers, and they doin' outstandin' |
| Runnin' outta space in my damn bandwagon |
| Remember when they used to say I look too mannish |
| Black girl magic, y’all can’t stand it |
| Y’all can’t ban it, made out like a bandit |
| They been tryin' hard just to make us all vanish |
| I suggest they put a flag on a whole 'nother planet |
| Jane Bond, never Jane Doe and I Django, never Sambo |
| Black and white, yeah that’s always been my camo |
| It’s lookin' like y’all gon' need some more ammo |
| I cut 'em off, I cut 'em off, I cut 'em off like Van Gogh |
| Now, pan right for the angle |
| I got away with murder, no scandal, cue the violins and violas |
| We gave you life, we gave you birth |
| We gave you God, we gave you Earth |
| We fem the future, don’t make it worse |
| You want the world? |
| Well, what’s it worth? |
| Emoticons, Decepticons, and Autobots, who twist the plot? |
| Who shot the sheriff, then fled to Paris |
| In the darkest hour, spoke truth to power? |
| Made a fandroid outta yo' girlfriend |
| Let’s get caught downtown in the whirlwind |
| And paint the city pink, paint the city pink |
| And tuck the pearls in, just in case the world end |
| And nigga, down dawg |
| Nigga, move back, take a seat, you were not involved |
| And hit the mute button, let the vagina have a monologue |
| Mansplaining, I fold 'em like origami |
| What’s a wave, baby? |
| This a tsunami |
| For the culture, I kamikaze, I put my life on a life line |
| If she the G.O.A.T. |
| now, would anybody doubt it? |
| If she the G.O.A.T. |
| now, would anybody doubt it? |
| Do anybody got it? |
| Do anybody got it? |
| I say anybody got it? |
| Let’s get sc— |