Lyrics: Nitzia Scott/Barron Bollar/Jamila Abidemi Woods
Music: Nitzia Scott/Barron Bollar/Jamila Abidemi Woods
Once upon a time
Little girl on the grind
Met a boy he was nice
At the time
Weeks from the days
Plans they were made
Soon you could call
Them an item
Funny how a title
Makes them think
They own you
Tellin you
How to dress
Who to talk to
Fella please
Donât nobody ask you
My great great granny
Was born a slave
She found liberation
Before the grave
Who you tellin how to behave?
Oh iâm trying to forgive
But canât forgetâŠ
It was baddDDD!
It was bad
It was baddDDD!
It was bad
It was the crying that was baddDDD
It was the lying that was baddDDD
It was the blaming that was baddDDD
The self-hating that was baddDDD
It was the waiting that was baddDDD
It was the doubting that was baddDDD
It was the screaming that was baddDDD
The fear of leaving that was baddDDD
Once upon a time,
I believed in lines,
Like âi just wasnât good enough for youâ & other lies
Mr. âdidnât miss the water till the well was dryâ ...
Tried & i tried, compromise, compromise
It was pouring into you while emptying me
It was rationalizing all your toxicity
It was hands around my neck with us on my back
It was pressure, pain, and panic attacks
I was faded to the wire, putting out my fire
Use to have requirements that turned into desires
Expected to retire me while keeping you inspired,
All the women in me are TIRED
LISTEN BITCH
My abuela ainât survive several trips around the sun
So i could give it to somebodyâs undeserving son
This shit donât pop for you
Booty donât bop for you,
Never owe none, belong to no one
Now i only trust patterns, not apologies
First date questions: whatâs your ideologies?
Do you love yourself?
Are you healing your trauma?
Whatâs your concept of wealth?
Do you check on yo mama?
âCause your loyalty ainât slavery, sis
That shit insulting to her bravery sis
I know you tangled but this life
Is no exchange for your laboring sis
Withhold ya flavors, he unsavory sis, sis
I remember saying no to things
That happened anyway
I remember feeling low the mirror
Took my face away
I couldnât recognize her
I laid & cried til my
Tears washed the kitchen tiles
I swear I couldnât budge
But then I talked about it
Til momma sister cousin
Told me they went thru it
And since itâs in my blood
I knew i could do it
Cuz if my blood went thru it
I knew i could endure it
I knew that i could heal it
Oh iâm trying to forgive
Nut canât forgetâŠ
It was baddDDD!
It was bad
It was baddDDD!
It was bad
It was the crying that was baddDDD
It was the lying that was baddDDD
It was the blaming that was baddDDD
The self-hating that was baddDDD
It was the waiting that was baddDDD
It was the doubting that was baddDDD
It was the screaming that was baddDDD
The fear of leaving that was baddDDD