Love yourself, girl, or nobody will
Oh, you a woman? I don’t know how you deal
With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels; I feel for you
Killing yourself to find a man that’ll kill for you
You wake up, put makeup on, stare in the mirror
But its clear that you can’t face what’s wrong; no need to fix
What God already put his paint brush on; your roommate yelling
“Why you gotta take so long?” What it’s like to have a crooked smile -COLE
