Girl, this is craziness
Let me tell you
I can't believe
all of the
things they say about me
Walk in the room
they throwing
shade left to right
They be like,
＂Ooh, she serving face＂
And I just tell
'em cut me up
and get down
They call us dirty
'cuz we break all
your rules down
And we just came to
act a fool,
is that all right?
(Girl, that's alright)
They be like,
＂Ooh, let them eat cake.＂
But we eat wings
and throw them
bones on the ground
Am I a freak
for dancing around?
Am I a freak
for getting down?
I'm coming up,
don't cut me down
Yeah I wanna be,
wanna be
Is it peculiar that
she twerk in the mirror?
And am I weird to dance
alone late at night?
And is it true
we're all insane?
And I just tell 'em,
＂No we ain't＂
and get down
I heard this life is
just a play with
no rehearsal
I wonder will this be my
final act tonight
And tell me
what's the price of fame?
Am I a sinner with
my skirt
on the ground?
Am I a freak
for dancing around?
Am I a freak
for getting down?
I'm coming up,
don't cut me down
Yeah I wanna be
Hey brother can you save
my soul from the devil?
Say is it weird to
like the way
she wear her tights?
And is it rude to wear
my shades?
Am I a freak because I
love watching Mary?
(Maybe)
Hey sister am I
good enough
for your heaven?
Say will your
God accept me
in my black and white?
Will he approve the way
I'm made?
Or should I reprogram
the programming
and get down?
Am I a freak for
dancing around?
Am I a freak for
getting down?
I'm coming up,
don't cut me down
Yeah I wanna be
Even if it makes
others uncomfortable
I wanna love who I am
Even if it makes
other uncomfortable
I will love who I am
Dance 'til the
break of dawn
Don't mean a thing,
so duh
I can't take it no more
Baby, we in tuxedo groove
Monae and E. Badu
Crazy in the black
and white
We got the drums so tight
Baby, here comes
the freedom song
Too strong we moving on
Baby there's melody
Show you another way
This joints for
fight unknown
Come home and
sing your song
But you gotta testify
Because the booty
don't lie
No, no, the booty
don't lie
Oh no, the booty
don't lie
Yeah
Yeah, let's flip it
I don't think
they understand
what I'm trying to say
I asked a question
like this
＂Are we a lost
generation of our people?
Add us to equations
but they'll
never make us equal
She who writes
the movie owns
the script
and the sequel
So why ain't the stealing
of my rights made illegal?
They keep us underground
working hard for the greedy,
But when it's time pay
they turn around and
call us needy
My crown too heavy
like the Queen Nefertiti
Gimme back my pyramid,
I'm trying to
free Kansas City
Mixing masterminds
like your name
Bernie Grundman.
Well I'm gonna keep leading
like a young
Harriet Tubman
You can take my wings
but I'm still gon' fly
And even when you
edit me the booty
don't lie
Yeah, keep singing and
I'mma keep writing songs
I'm tired of
Marvin asking me,
＂What's Going On?
March to the streets
'cuz I'm willing
and I'm able
Categorize me,
I defy every label
And while you're
selling dope,
we're gonna keep
selling hope
We rising up now,
you gotta deal you
gotta cope
Will you be
electric sheep?
Electric ladies,
will you sleep?
Or will you preach?＂
