Songtext von Bubbles

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 (Na na na na na na na na na na na) (You can't bust up my bubble busta You can't bust up my bubble You can't bust up my bubble You can't bust up my bubble You can't bust up my bubble 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 be