Feminine Era

Lyrics

I’m looking real cute but not gaudy

I say I’m with Christ and it’s shocking

I’m a girl with some class, nothing raunchy

In my feminine era like Audrey

I got the gloss, the paint the toes

I love my lips, my hair, my nose

My husband he coming to say let’s go

The rest of these men out here looking like bros

I’m out here I feel just like a princess

Every action I make’s in His interest

I get gifts from my Dad like it’s Christmas

Even poor, I felt like I was richest

Just be real, that’s what makes you the illest

In the gym so I’m feeling my fittest

When I’m looking at sin, I just grimace

Over time I had learned I don’t fit in

Huh

I’m just a saint thats lit on the Westside ayee

If we take a flick, I just want it on my best side ayeee

Wanna take a trip where we’re visting Versailles

Out here taking hits but it’s cool cause it’s for Christ

I’m looking real cute but not gaudy

I say I’m with Christ and it’s shocking

I’m a girl with some class, nothing raunchy

In my feminine era like Audrey

I got the gloss, the paint, the toes

I love my lips, my hair, my nose

My husband he coming to say let’s go

The rest of these men out here looking like bros

I’m out here I feel just like a princess

Every action I make’s in His interest

I get gifts from my Dad like it’s Christmas

Even poor, I felt like I was richest

Just be real, that’s what makes you the illest

In the gym so I’m feeling my fittest

When I’m looking at sin, I just grimace

Over time I had learned I don’t fit in

I don’t fit in with the flock

I’m not out here faking; I’m showing my walk

I really believe God gon take me on top

It’s best if He don’t cause tempations get hot

My mind is so clear I just see from His lens

I’m not finna front, I’m not gon pretend

They say I’m too real but we need more of that

Religion got christians and churches real bent

I’m looking real cute but not gaudy

I say I’m with Christ and it’s shocking

I’m a girl with some class, nothing raunchy

In my feminine era like Audrey

I got the gloss, the paint, the toes

I love my lips, my hair, my nose

My husband he coming to say let’s go

The rest of these men out here looking like bros