Q.U.E.E.N. (feat. Erykah Badu)

Girl, this is craziness

Let me tell you

I can't believe all of the things they say about me

Walk in the room, they throwing shade left to right

They be like, "Ooh, she serving face"

And I just tell 'em cut me up and get down

They call us dirty 'cause we break all your rules down

And we just came to act a fool, is that all right? (Girl, that's alright)

They be like, "Ooh, let them eat cake"

But we eat wings and throw them bones on the ground

Am I a freak for dancing round?

Am I a freak for getting down?

I'm cutting up, don't cut me down

And, yeah, I wanna be, wanna be me

Is it peculiar that she twerk in the mirror?

And am I weird to dance alone late at night?

And is it true we're all insane?

And I just tell 'em, "No we ain't" and get down

I heard this life is just a play with no rehearsal

I wonder will this be my final act tonight

And tell me what's the price of fame?

Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground?

Am I a freak for dancing round?

Am I a freak for getting down?

I'm cutting up, don't cut me down

And, yeah, I wanna be, wanna be

Hey, brother, can you save my soul from the devil?

Say is it weird to like the way she wear her tights?

And is it rude to wear my shades?

Am I a freak because I love watching Mary? (Maybe)

Hey, sister, am I good enough for your heaven?

Say will your God accept me in my black and white?

Will he approve the way I'm made?

Or should I reprogram the program and get down?

Am I a freak for dancing round?

Am I a freak for getting down?

I'm cutting up, don't cut me down

And yeah, I wanna be, wanna be

Even if it makes others uncomfortable

I will love who I am

Even if it makes others uncomfortable

I will love who I am

Shake till the break of dawn

Don't mean to sing so tough

I can't take it no more

Baby, me in tuxedo groove

Pharaohs and E. Badu

Crazy in the black and white

We got the drums so tight

Baby, here comes the freedom song

Too strong, we moving on

Baby, this melody

Will show you another way

Been 'droids for far too long

Come home and sing your song

But you gotta testify

Because the booty don't lie

No, no, no, the booty don't lie

Oh no, the booty don't lie

Yeah, yeah, let's flip it

I don't think they understand what I'm trying to say

Yeah, uh, I asked a question like this

Are we a lost generation of our people?

Add us to equations, but they'll never make us equal

She who writes the movie own the script and the sequel

So why ain't the stealing of my rights made illegal?

They keep us underground working hard for the greedy

But when it's time to pay they turn around and call us needy

My crown too heavy like the Queen Nefertiti

Gimme back my pyramid, I'm trying to free Kansas City

Mixing masterminds like your name Bernie Grundman

Well, I'ma keep leading like a young Harriet Tubman

You can take my wings, but I'm still gon' fly

And even when you edit me, the booty don't lie

Yeah, keep singing and I'ma keep writing songs

I'm tired of Marvin asking me, "What's Going On?"

March to the streets 'cause I'm willing and I'm able

Categorize me, I defy every label

And while you're selling dope, we're gon' keep selling hope

We rising up now, you gotta deal, you gotta cope

Will you be electric sheep?

Electric ladies, will you sleep?

Or will you preach?