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Jamila Woods is a Chicago-based African American soul singer, songwriter and poet. She is widely known for her collaborative works with Chance the Rapper on the hit song Sunday Candy, as well as her single Blk Girl Soldier. In January 2016, Woods signed to Chicago's independent hip-hop label, Closed Sessions.
Jamila released her debut album HEAVN on her SoundCloud page on July 11, 2016. HEAVN featured Chance the Rapper, NoName, Saba, Lorine Chia and Donnie Trumpet.
Jamila released her debut album HEAVN on her SoundCloud page on July 11, 2016. HEAVN featured Chance the Rapper, NoName, Saba, Lorine Chia and Donnie Trumpet.
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Bubbles
by Jamila Woods
Black girl be in a bubble, bubble
Floating quietly out of trouble, trouble
They call you shy
Always ask why you listen before you speak
Black girl braids filled with bubbles, bubbles
Jump in puddles in double, double
How many different oils we know, we know?
To turn our skin from brown to gold (na na na na na na na na na)
(You can't bust up my bubble busta)
You should know that (you can't bust up my bubble, bubble)
I keep knives (you can't bust up my bubble busta)
Inside my kitchen (you can't bust up my bubble, bubble)
Oh not the one you're thinking (you can't bust up my bubble busta)
I've been picking my hair out (you can't bust up my bubble, bubble)
And I know, now (you can't bust up my bubble busta)
How tall I really be (bust up my bubble)
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jamila Woods
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
by Jamila Woods
Black girl be in a bubble, bubble
Floating quietly out of trouble, trouble
They call you shy
Always ask why you listen before you speak
Black girl braids filled with bubbles, bubbles
Jump in puddles in double, double
How many different oils we know, we know?
To turn our skin from brown to gold (na na na na na na na na na)
(You can't bust up my bubble busta)
You should know that (you can't bust up my bubble, bubble)
I keep knives (you can't bust up my bubble busta)
Inside my kitchen (you can't bust up my bubble, bubble)
Oh not the one you're thinking (you can't bust up my bubble busta)
I've been picking my hair out (you can't bust up my bubble, bubble)
And I know, now (you can't bust up my bubble busta)
How tall I really be (bust up my bubble)
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jamila Woods
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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