Yucky Blucky Fruitcake

Album: Oh the Places You'll Go (2020)
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  • Doechii
    Why don't you introduce yourself to the class?
    Okay?

    Hi, my name's Doechii with two I's
    I feel anxious when I'm high
    Teachers say I talk too much
    Momma say I'ont talk enough
    In the dark I'm like a torch
    From the hood, I hopped the porch
    I don't bang or slang on gang
    But my dada keep them thangs

    Speak up, speak up
    Speak up, speak

    I get a little violent when I play the game of tag
    I get a little quiet when I think about the bag
    I slob when I sleep, and I wake up with a drag
    I pulling out my teeth, so I wake up to the cash
    This is who I am from the back to the front
    I never had to pay for my schoolhouse lunch
    My momma used stamps when she need a little help
    But a nigga made do with the cards been dealt

    I try to act smart 'cause I want a lot of friends
    I never really went with the flow or the trends
    I think I like girls, but I think I like men
    Doechii is a dick, I never fit in
    Overly cocky, I'm hyper-ambitious
    Me, me, me, me, bitch I'm narcin-assistic
    I am a black girl who beat the statistics
    Fuck the opinions and all the logistics

    (Speak up, speak up) Wow, ha
    Wow well, Doechii (speak up, speak)
    Why don't you tell us what you do in your spare time?

    I'm all alone on the deep dark web
    Me and my phone in this queen-sized bed
    I'm looking at my pillow, my pillow look back at me
    My thumb is over the screen, the other is in my jeans
    It took a second to soak my fingers inside my throat
    I paused, and then I choked to think about it some more
    Connection is moving slow, my brightness is on that low
    I'm reaching for the remote, then my momma bust through the door (shit)

    Doechii (Doechii), Doechii (Doechii)
    You forgot to take the chicken out
    (You forgot to take the chicken out)
    Doechii (Doechii)
    You forgot to take the chicken out
    Somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin'
    Somethin', somethin', somethin' (somethin', somethin')
    (Somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin')
    (Somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin')

    I fuck with Junie B, Barbara was my idol
    Had to wear my attitude to every dance recital
    In my black Taylor Chucks, the ones that laced up to my thighs
    Lisa Frank lipstick on my eyes
    Weird girl activity, black bitch nativity
    Spy girl erotica, bucket hat from Nautica (oh)
    Clit throbbing, I start sobbing watching Narnia

    I been winning trophies since Fear Factor
    I was earning medals the same rate
    You basic bitches learned how to use protractors
    Foot been on they necks before chiropractor
    But I gave all the game boys cooties
    Most of y'all the type of kids I'd hate
    If I was the monster under your bed, you'd be the kids I ate
    If I was a man your mom fucked, I'd fuck her right in your face
    And take you and your siblings on a Domino's pizza date

    Damn, Gen X baby going crazy with the cam
    Back when I was rhyming on my Green Eggs and Ham
    Edited my pictures with the Microsoft filters (yeah)
    I was making Trillers way before they called them Trillers
    Sixth grade, every nigga pressured me to fuck (yeah)
    While y'all was giving it up, I was serving looks
    Custom made drip with the pastry couture (yeah)
    Selling Silly Bandz from my desk to my drawer

    Singing karaoke while my mom was at the store (you are)
    Scared that she would walk in on me singing Paramore (the only exception)
    While y'all was sticking house keys in motherfucking sockets (you are)
    I was stuffing all y'all lunch moneys in my pockets
    Please stop it, I'm in to blow up like the white thing that soda rockets
    Talking back to my teachers, I'm out of pocket
    Got so much shit on my chest, yo, I need to drop it
    Dribbling inside my journal, kiss my locket
    Let the paper soak my tears up, Ultra Charmin

    Ooh, I need to let it out (let it out)
    I gotta let it out (let it out)
    Uninvited and I'm undercover
    Undivided, undiscovered
    Uninvited and I'm undercover
    But I never liked 'em, forever fuck 'em, k'yeah

    Wow, that was quite the introduction, Doechii
    Everybody give it up for Doechii (that was really inappropriate)
    Give it up for Doechii (did she say foodstamps?)
    Okay, we're going to have to have a talk after class, okay? Writer/s: Jaylah Hickmon, Nathan Ashurov
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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