Lyrics:
Song Hair

Young pretty hair, oh how'd you grow there What it is, what it is? Ain't no wonder at all You clung to your cloud and devoured your wealth Like it is

on a crotch is kinda laid back Watching them peckers try to get in her crack I get messy when they slip me off the track THANK GOD IM A PUBIC HAIR!

miss me when I'm gone now would be the time this could be the perfect love song if I wrote this song for someone else this could be the perfect love song

: Your eyes are bleeding [x4] And you wait for this world to come down Because you know you're wrong (Drenched in your blood) (This crimes overdone

: It's the coming of man And I forget when you went away Like a kick to the face Not winning the race Lion, I've seen you from afar, I've seen her

Yo we was talking earlier and I was telling you talking bout life I feel like life is like braided hair Its sorta like twist you know Bout braided hair

I am not my hair I am not this skin I am a soul that lives within [Verse 3: India.Arie] Good hair means curls and waves Bad hair means you look like

: Whoa, the girl I love, she's got long black wavy hair I do declare! The girl I love, yeah, she's got long black wavy hair, Ah yeah, Her Mother and

bad hair day had a bad hair day had a bad hair day had a bad hair day had a bad hair day had a bad hair day had a bad hair day had a bad hair day