Jamila Woods - BASQUIAT (feat. Saba) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jamila Woods]They wanna see me angryThey wanna see me bear my teeth, yeahI'm a stovetop, babyI smile in your face, but the oven's on high(Don't get burned)I told you that I meant itI'm reclusive, I sleuthed itI already know what you're thinkin' 'bout me[Pre-Chorus: Jamila Woods](Are you mad?) Yes, I'm mad(What make you mad?) I don't fuckin' knowYou 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 recallI plead the fifth, writing's on the wall(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)[Chorus: Jamila Woods]After, after allThese teeth are not employedYou can't police my joy, noAfter, after allMy smile is not employedYou can't police my joy, no[Verse 2: Jamila Woods]They wanna see me angryThey wanna see me bear my teeth, yeahI'm a stovetop, babyI smile in your face, but the oven's on high(Don't get burned)I told you that I meant itI'm reclusive, I sleuthed itI already know what you're thinkin' 'bout me[Pre-Chorus: Jamila Woods](Are you mad?) Yes, I'm mad(What make you mad?) I don't fuckin' knowYou 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 recallI plead the fifth, writing's on the wall(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)[Chorus: Jamila Woods]After, after allTeeth-teeth are not employedYou can't police my joy, noAfter, after allThese, not em-not employedYou can't police my joy, no[Verse 3: Saba]Yeah, can't police myCan'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 diaryWhy you entitled? Why are you pryin'?Say I'm too quiet, watch how they gon' flip itThat's not how I meant it, but that's how they write itI'ma hear about it in a written columnIf they gon' misquote me, what's the point in talkin'?It is not promotionOnly nonsense and it's not importantNot headlinin', I was unimportant, I didn't talk about itI don't talk about it, but that's how I like itI don't go outside so much they don't invite meInterview or not, there's no need for the spyin'(Are you mad?) Yes, I'm madYes, I'm Black, no I don't elaborateI said all that I had to sayNo, you ain't got the answers, swayNo human is an accoladeWant me dreadlocked and tatted facedThat's the story they'll gravitateStovetop, they want what I don't gotDevil's advocate, I saw them play both sidesThat's the line they'll cross for exposureRecluse, reluctant to share most times[Chorus: Jamila Woods]After, after allThese teeth are not employedYou can't police my joyAfter, after allMy smile is not employedYou can't police my joyAfter, after allThese teeth are not employedYou can't police my joyAfter, after allMy smile is not employedYou can't police my joy[Outro: Jamila Woods]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 employedYou can't police my joy(So many women in me)(You beggars can't be choosy)(After)It's like you want me to beYou're tryin' to provoke me(After all)This shit hereditaryThe pressure rising, rising(These teeth are not employed)Some days I'm almost carefreeSome days I wish I could be(You can't police my joy)So many women in meYou beggars can't be choosy(After)It's like you want me to beYou're tryin' to provoke me(After all)This shit hereditaryThe pressure rising, rising(My smile is not employed)Some days I'm almost carefreeSome days I wish I could be(You can't police my joy)So many women in meYou beggars can't be choosyIt's like you want me to beYou're tryin' to provoke meThis shit hereditaryThe pressure rising, risingSome days I'm almost carefreeSome days I wish I could beSo many women in meYou beggars can't be choosyIt's like you want me to beYou're tryin' to provoke meThis shit hereditaryThe pressure rising, risingSome days I'm almost carefreeSome days I wish I could beSo many women in meYou beggars can't be choosyIt's like you want me to beYou're tryin' to provoke meThis shit hereditaryThe pressure rising, risingSome days I'm almost carefreeSome days I wish I could beSo many women in meYou beggars can't be choosy