Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song selfieness , by - Moodie Black. Song from the album Fuzz, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
selfieness |
| God as fuck |
| Broke like death in my trunk for months |
| Noise like fists what it matter? |
| first |
| When I was seven years old bully dropped a curse ugh |
| I’ve seen the mass go past 21 trans dead beating my ass |
| World in a feast its a massive bitch |
| To be alive in a time when your at the wick |
| Bitch oh no |
| I swear to blood I was master fang |
| I wasn’t enough |
| I don’t represent |
| How you want me to fit |
| Nothing |
| Said it since |
| Truth is, Voyeur like Hitchcock |
| No shame on me like jpeg |
| Same shit everyday big black flutes still blown away first born brown girl |
| bleeding here |
| Bleak sewn dominance culture rich social worn dominos bad paint leaking at the |
| obvious |
| Bitch this is mastery better to believe than my misery shit wasn’t meant like |
| my parents be |
| No bless Christ like we are undecided |
| My fangs your flag we are all divided |
| It don’t matter what I’m planning bout a decade saying |
| Representing what your mad at it what the fuck a white man |
| Not a figment of idea no agenda ranted |
| I am nothing but a woman what I manifested |
| More power red hats black power lynching |
| Tree limbs all lit looking like it’s Christmas |
| We are melting, melting puddles of black |
| Same void in me too cellophane |
| Shame things tired of the selfieness |
| Watching what it looks like this life filtering what’s my height bleeding at |
| the gums til you eat from |
| Bow to the mountains hurt I enrich I will not fit probably to the dust when the |
| wax drips |
| Guess what I’m asking |
| Things much bigger than my mattress |
| Bitches feel alive with an asterisk |
| All I see is bodies |
| Mock ropes hanging from the moccasins |
| Learned to be at stress with the awkwardness |
| New limp conscious way more peace than the last fat |
| Skin still the same since our birth hurt |
| Well rot paranoid |
| Flame dame quited in rainbow shame |
| Changed now I’m blamed to the breasts arranged |
| Aimed that I’ll never flick rich in a misfit blitz of a glitch rich bliss for |
| the first wish missed |