Solange - Fuck the Industry lyrics
[Solange - Fuck the Industry lyrics]
Fly like J-Lo or singing Baby like 'Shanti
I barely comb my hair, yeah
That's on a good day
I don't care what the hood say
I ain't street like Keyshia
Ain't never tried to be
And I got soul in my soul
But not quite like Mary
Ain't nothing really R&B about me
And I say bump what the hood say
I'm sorry I ain't in the
Benzes in my videos
I'm sorry I ain't even really
Trying to match my clothes
I can tell you paid a figure for McQueen dibs
But I can also tell you
Who the King dealer is
And I got knowledge if you really
Want to talk about it
No, I don't trust the crowd
Just to walk around it
So I'm writing the letter to the industry
It says "Fuck you, signed sincerely"
Aww, yeah here we go again
Solo, can you tone it down? Be more like them
But everything I'm not makes
Me everything I am
Aww, yeah ooh, here we go again
People talking shit but when the
Shit hit's the fan
Everything I'm not makes me everything I am
I'm not a goody-goody
So I don't watch my mouth
Like I'm a goody-goody
But I appreciate the ones who rooting for me
'Cause everybody gon' gone, got an opinion
Baby and I been feeling lately like
I can't help it
Big up haters, if you don't like it
I didn't make it for you ooh, ooh
(You ooh, ooh)
I'm not apologetic, if you don't like it
It's probably 'cause you don't get it
And you can tell the world that
You heard I said it
And I ain't talking about me
I'm talking 'bout the ones who
Represent what I believe
The fresh kids, the what comes next kids
The see you at the art exhibit, oh
Hell yes kid the politic kids
The be your thing and
Declare your independence kids
If I'm a vote for something
I'm a go Barack the vote this year
I'm talking 'bout the ones who said enough
The I got too much I don't
Give a what in my cup
The I don't care what the next man is saying
I'm just saying to the industry
This is fuck you, signed sincerely
Oh, yeah oh, here we go again
People talking shit but I don't give a damn
Everything I'm not makes me everything I am
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah oh, here we go again
People talking shit with no pot to piss in
But everything I'm not is everything I can
I can do anything
I remember the Doc saying, "What
You gon' do? Girl, you 17"
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
'Ye ripped on this track, made it into a jam
I just borrowed it just to tell you who I am
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)