Skit
Kari Faux Lyrics


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I canโ€ฒt find the fucking pocket, nigga
What the fuck?

Uphill battle 'gainst patriarchy with a plastic knife
Thatโ€ฒll probably be the synopsis of my fucking life
Doing all that "Pick me" shit to be somebody's fucking wife
Tuh, I'd rather lay where fucking lightening strike
Who hurt you?, bitch, Iโ€ฒm a walking open wound
So shut the fuck up, before you meet your maker soon
I break what your mama gave ya, yo ma canโ€ฒt save ya
Told your baby daddy I was basic, but he ate it
Then he tipped me with your child support like I was a waitress
I don't meet to be rude, but goddamn that dick was faceless
But that face was spacious




So I copped a squat and rode it slow like Miss Daisy
Tryna shake him like McGrady

Overall Meaning

In Kari Faux's song Skit, the lyrics "I can't find the fucking pocket, nigga" express frustration and a feeling of being disoriented. The use of expletives emphasizes the intensity of her emotions. She then goes on to describe her experience of fighting against patriarchy with just a plastic knife, emphasizing the uphill battle that she must face as a woman. The line "that'll probably be the synopsis of my fucking life" suggests that she feels this struggle is all-encompassing and is likely to define her entire existence. Next, she critiques the idea of 'pick me' culture, which is the idea that women should vie for male attention by becoming the ideal partner. Kari expresses a disdain for this idea, stating that she would rather be in a place where lightning strikes, emphasizing that she would rather be in a dangerous and unpredictable situation rather than conforming to societal expectations.


Additionally, Kari Faux's lyrics describe a wound that has been left open. She describes herself as a "walking open wound," emphasizing the idea that she has been hurt in some way and is still in pain. The line "who hurt you?" suggests that others have questioned her for her attitudes and behaviors. She then goes on to say that she can break something that her opponent's mother has given her, noting that her own mother can't save her. Kari then describes an encounter with someone who believed that she was basic, but still had sex with her. The reference to being "tipped... like I was a waitress" is a powerful statement about the objectifying nature of sex. The final lines of the verse are a humorous reference to a sexual encounter in which Kari uses a basketball metaphor to describe her performance in bed.


Line by Line Meaning

I can't find the fucking pocket, nigga
I'm unable to fit in or find my place in society.


What the fuck?
I'm frustrated and confused.


Uphill battle 'gainst patriarchy with a plastic knife
I struggle against the societal oppression of women with very little power.


That'll probably be the synopsis of my fucking life
My life will likely be summarized by a constant fight against patriarchy.


Doing all that 'Pick me' shit to be somebody's fucking wife
I'm tired of trying to fit in or be someone's wife just to be accepted by society.


Tuh, I'd rather lay where fucking lightning strikes
I would rather face danger than conform to societal norms.


Who hurt you?, bitch, I'm a walking open wound
My battles against society have left me with deep emotional pain.


So shut the fuck up, before you meet your maker soon
Stop talking before you face the consequences of your actions.


I break what your mama gave ya, yo ma can't save ya
I'm capable of exposing and destroying people's weaknesses or flaws.


Told your baby daddy I was basic, but he ate it
I pretended to be basic or ordinary, but your partner was still attracted to me.


Then he tipped me with your child support like I was a waitress
He financially supported me, even though you needed the money more.


I don't mean to be rude, but goddamn that dick was faceless
I'm not trying to be impolite, but the sex lacked emotion or meaning.


But that face was spacious
He may not have had a face, but his body was well-endowed.


So I copped a squat and rode it slow like Miss Daisy
I had sex with him in a slow, leisurely manner.


Tryna shake him like McGrady
I'm trying to get rid of him like a basketball player shaking off a defender.




Writer(s): Kari Rose Johnson, Pier Danio Forni

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Comments from YouTube:

@nosidezero

this should've been a full song maaaaaan

@jamie93cute

I need this whole song NOW ๐Ÿฅบ

@judyjudges1840

PLEAS

@SaionjiWorld

Best song on the album imo

@kvionne2297

Kari never disappoints! ๐Ÿ’•

@omargray5279

so slept on........

@naneybravo5931

Need her and tierra whack on a track ๐Ÿค”

@karladavis3370

Agree!!!

@omargray5279

no shitttt

@autumnwright550

Everything Kari Faux creates is insanely gooood ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ”ฅ

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