BASQUIAT - Jamila Woods

They wanna see me angry

They wanna see me bear my teeth, yeah

I’m a stovetop, baby

I smile in your face, but the oven’s on high

(Don't get burned)

I told you that I meant it

I’m reclusive, I sleuthed it

I already know what you’re thinkin' 'bout me

(Are you mad?) Yes, I’m mad

(What make you mad?) I don’t fuckin' know

You should tell me so, you done done it

(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)

(Are you mad?) Yes, I’m mad

(What make you mad?) I can’t recall

I plead the fifth, writing’s on the wall

(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)

After, after all

These teeth are not employed

You can’t police my joy, no

After, after all

My smile is not employed

You can’t police my joy, no

They wanna see me angry

They wanna see me bear my teeth, yeah

I’m a stovetop, baby

I smile in your face, but the oven’s on high

(Don't get burned)

I told you that I meant it

I’m reclusive, I sleuthed it

I already know what you’re thinkin' 'bout me

(Are you mad?) Yes, I’m mad

(What make you mad?) I don’t fuckin' know

You should tell me so, you done done it

(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)

(Are you mad?) Yes, I’m mad

(What make you mad?) I can’t recall

I plead the fifth, writing’s on the wall

(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)

After, after all

Teeth-teeth are not employed

You can’t police my joy, no

After, after all

These, not em-not employed

You can’t police my joy, no

Yeah, can’t police my

Can’t tell me when to release my (Soul)

What you looked into and didn’t find (Soul)

Brought up the same news the last time (Soul)

I was in hidin', that was just private, that was dear diary

Why you entitled?

Why are you pryin'?

Say I’m too quiet, watch how they gon' flip it

That’s not how I meant it, but that’s how they write it

I’ma hear about it in a written column

If they gon' misquote me, what’s the point in talkin'?

It is not promotion

Only nonsense and it’s not important

Not headlinin', I was unimportant, I didn’t talk about it

I don’t talk about it, but that’s how I like it

I don’t go outside so much they don’t invite me

Interview or not, there’s no need for the spyin'

(Are you mad?) Yes, I’m mad

Yes, I’m Black, no I don’t elaborate

I said all that I had to say

No, you ain’t got the answers, sway

No human is an accolade

Want me dreadlocked and tatted faced

That’s the story they’ll gravitate

Stovetop, they want what I don’t got

Devil’s advocate, I saw them play both sides

That’s the line they’ll cross for exposure

Recluse, reluctant to share most times

After, after all

These teeth are not employed

You can’t police my joy

After, after all

My smile is not employed

You can’t police my joy

After, after all

These teeth are not employed

You can’t police my joy

After, after all

My smile is not employed

You can’t police my joy

After

(It's like you want me to be)

(You're tryin' to provoke me)

After all

(This shit hereditary)

(The pressure rising, rising)

These teeth are not employed

(Some days I’m almost carefree)

(Some days I wish I could be)

You can’t police my joy

(So many women in me)

(You beggars can’t be choosy)

After

(It's like you want me to be)

(You're tryin' to provoke me)

After all

(This shit hereditary)

(The pressure rising, rising)

My smile is not employed

You can’t police my joy

(So many women in me)

(You beggars can’t be choosy)

(After)

It’s like you want me to be

You’re tryin' to provoke me

(After all)

This shit hereditary

The pressure rising, rising

(These teeth are not employed)

Some days I’m almost carefree

Some days I wish I could be

(You can’t police my joy)

So many women in me

You beggars can’t be choosy

(After)

It’s like you want me to be

You’re tryin' to provoke me

(After all)

This shit hereditary

The pressure rising, rising

(My smile is not employed)

Some days I’m almost carefree

Some days I wish I could be

(You can’t police my joy)

So many women in me

You beggars can’t be choosy

It’s like you want me to be

You’re tryin' to provoke me

This shit hereditary

The pressure rising, rising

Some days I’m almost carefree

Some days I wish I could be

So many women in me

You beggars can’t be choosy

It’s like you want me to be

You’re tryin' to provoke me

This shit hereditary

The pressure rising, rising

Some days I’m almost carefree

Some days I wish I could be

So many women in me

You beggars can’t be choosy

It’s like you want me to be

You’re tryin' to provoke me

This shit hereditary

The pressure rising, rising

Some days I’m almost carefree

Some days I wish I could be

So many women in me

You beggars can’t be choosy