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[chorus: nyfe]
i’m not light enough for your party
i’m not cool enough for your friends
i get sad when i drink my liquor
i’m not small enough for your hands
i drink rum in the shower every morning
and i always cancel all my plans
i’m not close, enough, to your idea of who i really am

[verse 1: nyfe]
there’s like 20 people here with white dreads
i’m thinking like “does anybody here dislike feds?”
white boy look at black girl with tight curl like “hoe i know you was not invited”
so much smoke in the air
the black is a cloak that i wear
i’m just a token of broken repair
i’m just a joke in the kitchen and above all the toxic religion if you listen you can hear a girl choke on a prayer
you call it party, i call it frat house graveyard
[?] operations on a black and a gold and a silver platinum grey car
with some airplane miles and champagne smiles
and justice mixed in to your campaign files
only if you can muster
america been done lost its l-ster
sorry to my moms [?] put her hands to the psalms on her heart like a calm lover
you could color me cacophony, don’t think i’m soft as i oughta be
think i got lost in the modesty, now i can’t love myself properly
and the tea’s done
and the simulation says “where is she from?”
and the conversation plays on a rerun
where your white friends at when you need one?
where the f-ck are your white friends, when you need one, when you need one

[chorus: nyfe]
i’m not light enough, for your party
i’m not, cool enough, for your friends
i get, sad when i, drink my liquor
i’m not, small enough, for your hands
i drink, rum in the, shower every morning
and i always cancel, all my plans
i’m not close, enough, to your, idea of who i really am

[verse 2: nyfe]
uhhh, they name me negative nancy
neurotypical’s nightmare, nightly necromancy
and we bargain with death, she got us feeling chancy
catch all my demons dancing
my flaws are flaunting fancy can’t they see the haunt advancing
i guess the black is catchy
i guess the culture’s contagious unless the hair is nappy
i guess they give you free freedom but then they tax you happy
how badly, do you want your face back?
can you trace back, where you came from?
i can’t, i plant, i dance for rain and nothing grows
i rant, i chant, i stand the pain and no one knows
no one notices the blows, the wind, the groping punches making hunches of our brown skin
i know you are drowning
you can only breath when the casket come, basket case, vagabond
sifting through a shifting room of white, people waving ’round their privilege like a magic wand
clap, when you talk about your past if it’s a tragic one
i done, found, dirt under my nails from the last time i buried my body as an american pastime
they will see me dead
they will make currency of red blood for the bread
for the money they never let up, hold your head up

[chorus: nyfe]
i’m not, light enough, for your party
i’m not, cool enough, for your friends
i get, sad when i drink my liquor
i’m not small enough, for your hands
i drink, rum in the shower every morning
and i always cancel all my plans
i’m not close enough to your idea of, who i really am
i’m not, light enough, for your party
i’m not, cool enough, for your friends
i get, sad when i, drink my liquor
i’m not, small enough, for your hands
i drink rum in the, shower every morning
and i always cancel, all my plans
i’m not close, enough, to your, idea of who i really am

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