Bubbles - Jamila Woods
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Black girl be in a bubble bubble
Floating quietly out of trouble trouble
They call you shy
Always ask why you listen before you speak
Black girl braids filled with bubbles bubbles
Jump in puddles in double double
How many different oils we know we know
To turn our skin from brown to gold
Nanannanananna
You can't bust up my bubble busta
You should know that
I keep knives inside my kitchen
Oh not the one you're thinking
I've been picking my hair out and I know now
How tall I really still trouble trouble
