Oh my God, what am I doing to myself?
Bouncing off all the walls like a boomerang
Locked myself in the booth like a runaway
Maybe I, guess, yeah I, I got shit to say

I ain't the messy type but you ain't seen my petty side
I tried to redefine the hurt that made me hold my pride
Losing count of all the times that I had to cry
And dry my tears, pull up my socks, 'cause I have to try
No, I don't need a hand, why you asking?
Let it go, where was you when I was grafting?
Cut the talk, know your type, know your type
On my own, I'ma bounce, I'ma shine

My mama told me from mi born
Ray a star, that's my calling, yeah
I'm even glowing in the dark
It's from my heart not because I'm dark skinned, yeah
I hear the whispers in the halls, all the same shit (the same shit)
But I won't echo all your flaws, I'ma change it
My mama told me from mi born
It's from my heart not because I'm dark skinned

I can see future goals right in front of me
Look at her, from the south, now she on TV
And I won't, wont be judged by society
Hold it down, goin' hard 'til the death of me

I ain't the messy type but you ain't seen my petty side
I try to redefine the hurt that made me hold my pride
Losing count of all the times that I had to cry
And dry my tears, pull up my socks, 'cause I have to try
No, I don't (no, I don't) need a hand, why you asking?
Let it go (let it go), where was you when I was grafting?
Cut the talk, know your type, know your type
On my own, I'ma bounce, I'ma shine

My mama told me from mi born
Ray a star, that's my calling, yeah
I'm even glowing in the dark
It's from my heart not because I'm dark skinned, yeah
I hear the whispers in the halls, all the same shit (the same shit)
But I won't echo all your flaws, I'ma change it
My mama told me from mi born
It's from my heart not because I'm dark skinned, yeah

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Writer(s): Kassa Alexander, Monique Chantel Lawrence, Rita Ifiok Ekwere, Vania Khaleh-Pari