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