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Postpostpartum Songtext
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Postpostpartum Songtext

Whoa-ooh
Whoa-ooh

Got a problem with me?
Problem with me? Yo, oh (yo, oh)

Don′t you know, I had my arms open?
Soak it all in, post-postpartum
Let's go hard, yeah, we all in, uh

Don′t you know, I had my arms open? Yeah
Soak it all in, I was postpartum
But please, don't guard him, pardon me for yawnin'
Nigga, we all in, I was just talkin′ jargon

We was posted on the wall
While our seed was wylin′
Word, word
Nigga, we all in, please know


(Check it, yeah)
I was hurtin' from birthin′, niggas
Shit, got into my mental, yeah
All these little lowercase T's, on instrumentals
Oh, please, just go be gentle, yeah
Drawing from my stencils, uh
Seein′ all the itty-bitty knees, all about to tremble
But see, why am I salty, yeah?

Shit, I should be honored, yeah
But now they runnin' laps around me
See, that′s the problem you see
I'm just doin' my thing
But then they profiting like bees to a pollen
Now see, you see my problem

And you look around and they look just like, like you
(You gon′ need way more than some boots for all this)
You birthin′, niggas (way more than a tool for all to fix so)
Nigga, you birthin', niggas
(So follow suit and them sins they gon follow you)
(You cast a way darker shade than your peers)
(And that′s gon follow you)
(Further from the sun, so, from father to the son)
(Part of it is done, but it's hardly just begun)


I′d rather burn at the stake than boil in a pot
But you gotta pull 'em from the roots when you
Pull the plug, uncle Lelo taught
It′s been a blessing just to see you grow
But as soon you see red, I should've seen red, shit

You already know, we tried every angle
Turned over every trick, every stone, shit, one more to go
Please, it just turned to my season
All falls down to your feet, nigga, Geronimo
I had my arms to the sea but now they gotta close

And you look around and they look just like, like you
(Soak it all in, you gotta go)
(You birthin', niggas)
Soak it all in, you gotta go (nigga, you birthin′, niggas)
I ain′t trying to be God or Dr. Frank
Oh, nah, no, no

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