Woken up from my year sleep by the sounds of a corny white girl in the corner of my ear
There's a heaviness in my bones and I'm scared to look at the clock
It's still a little too foggy for Foxy Brown to come out and play
I thank jazz for waiting with me cause I needed the rest
The sun lights compassion is too much for me to handle
I'm so used to thinking no one even really gives a shit
Flirting with a blank page I need new distraction from my burning eye
A generation of porn stars to feed the poor and hold the keys
Whatever will save little Sarah from thinking she's too ugly to be loved
Born from widows of dark clouds and here to let Ella sing the song to redemption
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