Black Hair Songtext
von Jerskin Fendrix
Black Hair Songtext
Wake up in the morning feeling like Constance Wu
I′ve got lots of natural light in my room
Feel so tired, but there's nothing left to do
Feel so tired, but there′s nothing left to do
But wait, there's a black cloud over my teacup
There's black Stabilo over our prenup
Paid for extra baggage, but it′s time for a cleanup
Two suitcases full of black hair
I′ve got a pond big enough for my breaststroke
Met Office weather warnings out for my next stroll
If you're the thunder, I′m the lightning
You're so thunder, I′m so lightning
Date night in Haggerston, I think I've been here
Wake up in the morning feeling like Nora Lum
Everybody wants someone to text
Everybody wants some
Inevitable crisis mode, death in the fast lane
Black hair, honey, but you wash it with champagne
Black hair, honey, but you don′t use conditioner
Weekend dinner parties up in Michigan
Feel so flame, I can taste the oil
Feel so flame, I can taste the oil
Feel so dead, I can taste the soil
Feel so dead
Black hair, honey, on the condoms in your purse
Black hair, you're my favourite dancer in the universe
Black hair, black hair, always the same verse
Black hair, black hair, black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
I′ve got lots of natural light in my room
Feel so tired, but there's nothing left to do
Feel so tired, but there′s nothing left to do
But wait, there's a black cloud over my teacup
There's black Stabilo over our prenup
Paid for extra baggage, but it′s time for a cleanup
Two suitcases full of black hair
I′ve got a pond big enough for my breaststroke
Met Office weather warnings out for my next stroll
If you're the thunder, I′m the lightning
You're so thunder, I′m so lightning
Date night in Haggerston, I think I've been here
Wake up in the morning feeling like Nora Lum
Everybody wants someone to text
Everybody wants some
Inevitable crisis mode, death in the fast lane
Black hair, honey, but you wash it with champagne
Black hair, honey, but you don′t use conditioner
Weekend dinner parties up in Michigan
Feel so flame, I can taste the oil
Feel so flame, I can taste the oil
Feel so dead, I can taste the soil
Feel so dead
Black hair, honey, on the condoms in your purse
Black hair, you're my favourite dancer in the universe
Black hair, black hair, always the same verse
Black hair, black hair, black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
Black hair
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