What's wrong with me doesn't matter and you can't do anything about it
What's wrong with me doesn't matter and you can't do anything about it
Out here in the pixels
Is it ok or is it over?
Is it ok or is it over?
Is it ok or is it over?
Is it ok or is it over?

Christmas Day
George Washington's heart a frozen river, boy
Opps in the backwoods, slave teeth in the mouth when he say nigga
Crescent silver hang over black dunes, jiggers of bitters and over poof
Black barrister, powdered wigs, cheeks rouged
Everyone stood when the head nigga came in the room (you know what it is)
Your concurrence in the above is assumed
She doesn't want to be in love but pulled me deeper like a supermoon (supermoon)
In the dark, couldn't see her features
Her face betrayed nothing
Loyal to the end
Both of us light sleepers
Listening to the other's breath
Until we went again

If you're gonna cry, cry in the shower
And tell them who sent you
Unexpectedly started crying to the instrumental
A stack of African presidents to represent you
The walls of my residence a looping colored pencil
Fireplace glow, a shadow on the wall
A reticent stencil
From other worlds they came
To other worlds they returned
I stayed here through it all to watch the fire burn
She slipped away in the garden maze amidst the twists and turns
She called for me with a laugh, from where I couldn't discern
She called with a laugh

Principalities
Powers of another
I can't been seen
They can't find me
I'm an evacuee
Principalities
Powers of another
I can't been seen
They can't find me
I'm an evacuee
Evacuee