 Explosive...
Ba, ba...
Explosive...
Welcome to Solange and the Hadley Street Dreams...
Get me, get me, out of this box, I feel so claustrophobic in here;
Leave your labels, leave with no vision, hear my voice and feel with yo ears...
I'm no soul girl 'quipped with no afro;
I'm just my God given name...
(Ooh...)
I'm not becoming expectations; I'm not her and never will be...
Two girls going in different directions, striving towards the same galaxy...
Let my starlight shine on it's own; no, I'm no sister:
I'm just my God given name...
(Ooh...)
And I'm sorry if this planet that I'm living on is quizzical,
My lyrical ambitions sometimes don't ring a bell...
I'm sorry if my visual don't line up with my feelings,
And my physical exhibit doesn't represent me well...
I'm sorry if I'm curious, delirious, and I don't take life serious,
I mirror the life of a millionaire...
I'm sorry if I'm talking shit, but I really do mean well... (I really do)
We got a long, long moon to glow;
Hadley's a long road to travel;
I gotta dream to keep my eyes open...
We got a long, long moon to glow;
Hadley's a long road to travel;
I gotta dream to keep my eyes open...
We got so long to go, we got so far to go...
Hadley's a long road, Hadley's a long road...
God given name...
I sound high, don't I?
I promise I'm not high!
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