[Chorus]
(Can't decipher)
Sh-sh-sh-sh-shoot for the ground

[Verse 1: Sapient]
She grew up as a tomboy
Her GI Joe collection was on point, tonka trucks by the convoy
A bit different, never into pigtails
She always felt she fit better in with males
Middle school, she turned girly now
Tryna make straight black hair curly now
Betraying her indian american heritage
Embarrassed when somebody calls her arabic
Doesn’t wanna be asked if she's hindu or muslim
Doesn't wear bindi in public
Runnin’ on a tank full of bitter fuel
Her inner еgo dying to be considered cool
High school, skin tight jеans with flairs
Wanted to be Barbie so she bleached her hair
Doin' her best to look pretty
Electrolysis, orthodonture, awoke a monster
She should have called it good
But instead she went under the knife to be hollywood
She thought she looked too bollywood
After a couple procedures all it took was her soul
Leaving an attractive melted plastic on her skull
She regretted the flesh that she bought
Like the Rolling Stones say
You can't always get what you want
[Chorus]
(Can't decipher)
Sh-sh-sh-sh-shoot for the ground


[Bridge]
I stood there looked and she told me
She's gone and my heart's what she owes me

[Verse 2: Pigeon John]
I'm a holy man, with the contraband
And the plan is as solid as quicksand
I don't need a thing, the thing needs me
I’m like the sun to a sea that feeds me
I tried to explain, I’m not an honest mane
And I don't need to be in the main frame
It so happened so, and I don’t even know
They're at the door when they want me to change things
The thing I wanted most, listenin' to a ghost
She didn't leave a thing, she didn’t leave a note
And I was high and dry most every day
While I was travelin' the country in disarray
And she told me, this old country
That I had everything in this way
And I said goddamn, so I am the man
And I wasn't even lookin' for the trophy up in my hand
[Chorus]
(Can't decipher)
Sh-sh-sh-sh-shoot for the ground