Shy - Ms. Brownlee lyrics
[Verse 1] I would like to have a daughter when I grow up To show her she's a queen and hope she don't get beat- -down by thepressures of lesser standards of deep That just wanna chain her up to an image she can't keep I hope she can see past the lies That her beauty is only suiting for a masters tile Enslavement from vainness of a ma** denial Who went from a saint since to a ba*tard child And it's so crazy how she's past her style Accommodating for dating with half a smile That's faking for shading of her natural vile Afraid of no mating that could last a while And I can't even make a tactic trial She's got to learn on her own but I could bat the rifle Man I'm playing but face it I wouldn't bat an eyeball To put his face on the payment if he bats her eyes closed [Verse 2] I would like to have a daughter when I grow up So she sees all her dreams are not streamed by a ring I just want to give her self esteem Teach her love people, not things To not be a selfish being envying In between being loving and the means of being free Teach her philosophies because the schools ain't teaching these Like logic Do people even know their fallacies to call it When politicians pitch it to victims to fill they're pockets I say victims not "ignorants" Cause ignorance been given connotations to make it something it isn't Ignorance is just a lack of knowledge We've all got it, doll it doesn't mean stupid when I use it, que the concept Beauty's not an object It's caused by people watchingand it changes with every view who uses different eyelids And if you ever lose your sight kid then my liquids will drip then from the ones that I give [Verse 3] I don't know if I should have a daughter when I grow Can I be a proper King so she sees what to leave When she's cheated by their lust and greed Or will she look at my example and think that sampling women isn't cheap Will she blur what's charm and deceit After watching me copping flings that are obsolete Will she follow my shot up dreams as she hops in sheets And lose a man who's a mandarin to her tangerine Or is that better than a romantic panicking about her man of dreams Why is he absent been asking since I was seventeen I just hope you hold me warily Do not follow in the shadow I'm still battling