| I’m stuck here with feelings from the past, feelings for my last
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| No sufficient sleep, not knowing what to eat
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| Do I need a man to hold my hand and make me smile?
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| I’ve been on my independent shit for a while
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| But nah, it’s not time for love
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| Maybe I need yoga, maybe I need bud
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| Maybe what I’m feeling isn’t bodily
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| Maybe something really good is coming, this the prophecy
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| Maybe I just need to be more thankful, give my offerings, uh
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| And see what my life offers me
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| Or maybe I need one more loc, a little more shea
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| Another headwrap, or maybe just a day
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| To sleep, meditate, and watch hella Netflix
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| Or maybe I just need to find my ankh necklace, I’m reckless
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| I know enlightenment isn’t matter
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| My mind’s above these paradigms, I need to change my pattern
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| Or maybe go to Saturn
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| But probably the latter, uh
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| I can’t even find this shit in my journal, like
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| Where this shit go?
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| Stuck here
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| I’m stuck here, here, woah, woah, woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m stuck here feeling insecure, weak and immature
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| Eyes are turning green from jealousy telling me
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| That my doors are closing
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| So I had to force them open
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| Keep my spirit flowing in knowing
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| The competition that I’m fearing does not exist
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| And the opposition that I’m feeling will not persist
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| Once I understand that they power won’t diminish mine
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| And that the hate I’m harboring is toxic to my mind
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| So clear my head and heart instead of holding onto pain
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| Once I find my center, I’ll begin to flourish once again
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| Here, stuck, stuck here
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| Stuck here, stuck, stuck
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| Maybe I need just one more loc and a little more shea (Little more shea,
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| little more shea)
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| Oh, maybe I just need just one more loc and a little more shea (Little more,
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| little more shea)
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| Oh, maybe I just need just one more loc and a little more shea
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| Just one more loc and a little more shea
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| Just one more loc and a little more shea, oh
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| I’m checking horoscopes just so I can scope
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| Tryna figure out just so I can cope
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| It says give it time, it’ll be alright
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| Your future’s looking bright, and yeah, that might be tight
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| But today I woke up crying, hey
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| My energy is dying
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| So maybe I need just one more loc and a little more shea
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| Or maybe I need one more loc and a little more shea
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| Or maybe I need one more loc and a little more shea, hey
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| One more loc, little more shea
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| One more loc, little more shea, hey, yeah
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| Little, and a little, and a little more shea, ayy, ayy
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| And a little, and a little more
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| And a little more shea, more shea, more
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| Shea butter
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| Ah-shea, ah-shea, ah-shea, oh |