My condolences to anyone who has ever lost me
And, to anyone who got lost in me
Or, to anyone who ever felt they took a loss with me
My apologies for the misunderstanding or the lack there of
I’m sorry you missed the God in me
And I’m sorry you missed the light
I’m sorry you forgot the way I arose like the moon
Night after night with the burden to forgive
Eager to feed you—everything
See, I’m a holy woman
I know what it’s like to give life to a being without ever needing to press skin against one another
I’ve practiced how to hold my tongue long enough
I’m afraid I forgot to say goodbye
I’m afraid you’re under the impression
That I was made to please you
I was under the impression you understood me better
The truth is, I’m a superwoman
And some days I’m an angry woman
And some days I’m a crazy woman
For still waiting, for still loving harder even if I’m aching
For still trusting that I’m still worth the most
For still searching for someone to understand me better
Devil’s in the Details
This is all God’s doing, man, you can’t plan it.
But if the devil’s in the details, then I’m satanic.
Drake ft. 21 Savage
You Don’t Fuck With Pangaea?
Lil Dicky is great. If you haven’t heard or seen his stuff, give him a listen, even if you’re not a fan of rap. And if you have 11 minutes, start with this one. It covers all the best stuff: sex, war, creationism, and poop.
Warning: like much of my favorite music, it contains profanity and adult themes.