nowhere, man - Tune-Yards

People want—

People want—

People want—

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

Yes, I meant to scare you, just like that dream

Where your guns get pulled back on you

(People wanna hear you sing)

They rip pieces off your fertile skin

For every sin, sin against the people

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to hide

People, people

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

You whine that you’re discluded

And with that single word erase the very story of my life

So I rip pieces of my fertile skin

Nowhere woman finds her little ways to win

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Screaming babies are your problem

Screaming babies are your problem

Seems like Jesus and Dylan

Got the whole thing wrong

If you cannot hear a woman

Then how can you write her song?

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide (you've got)

Nowhere to run (adapt)

Nowhere to hide (you've got)

Nowhere to run (adapt)

Nowhere to hide (you've got)

Nowhere to run (adapt)

Nowhere to hide (you've got)

(Adapt

You’ve got

Adapt

You’ve got

Adapt

You’ve got

Adapt

You’ve got)

People wanna hear you sing (adapt)

People wanna hear you sing (you've got)

People wanna hear you sing (adapt)

People wanna hear you sing

(People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing)