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honey, please - floralis lyrics

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[chorus]
honey please
won’t you love me for my better half when half of me is uglier?
honey please
can you see right through my heresy and help me when i’m slipping up
honey please
never tell ‘em what i am, ‘cause the truth will make them run from me
it’s true

[verse]
honey, what you want when you talk about s*x?
i’ve been looking in the mirror, going grey and unkept
but lest, i try to put to work in, man my age ain’t gon flatter me
just got chatter for your hang ups when i’m looking like agony
man the whites talking about how i’m looking like shymylan
i can rise up to their standards if i start putting powder on
i fear my brown complexion makes me ugly to them
and i still pray for their attention, it’s not easy
ooo, honey why is porcelain looking better than mahogany?
why’s it easier to love me when i’m riding on my scottish genes?
take that back, i’m exotic as lush
i said the w*nking foreigner is still erotic as f*ck
but wash your hands after you touch me ‘cause i’m filthy at the core
and when i’m moving to your neighbourhood, just close and lock the door, uh
ok, ok, i get it, we’re just products of environments
i’m silenced in your media, i’m heading for retirement
i’m tired of every raj feelin ugly as sh*t
and if sandeep is in the gym you’re sanitising her seat
but nahasapimapetalon’s the mask in which i settle on
performing like a monkey ’til i blast the mic with metal songs
degradation’s just the coloured experience
so when your mother cooks you dinner, you just say you’re not feeling it
cover up the smell of spices with your factor 50 sunscreen
when the sun is on your skin, close the door, become a shut in
browner than the carib soil when the british attacked
and made our predecessors start to bleed bruise and collapse
i’m browner than my grandfather’s 50s pork pie hat
that your father likes to wear in his ska punk act
so if i’m ugly for my history, get rid of your foundation
‘cause i’d rather be ugly than a pseudo caucasian

[chorus]
honey please
won’t you love me for my better half when half of me is uglier?
honey please
can you see right through my heresy and help me when i’m slipping up
honey please
never tell ‘em what i am, ‘cause the truth will make them run from me
it’s true

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