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They wanna see me angry They wanna see me bear my teeth, yeah I'm a stovetop, baby I smile in your face, but the oven’s on high (Don't get burned) I told you that I meant it I'm reclusive, I sleuthed it I already know what you’re thinkin' 'bout me (Are you mad?) Yes, I'm mad (What make you mad?) I don't fuckin' know You should tell me so, you done done it (Ooh-ah, ooh-ah) (Are you mad?) Yes, I'm mad (What make you mad?) I can't recall I plead the fifth, writing’s on the wall (Ooh-ah, ooh-ah) After, after all Teeth-teeth are not employed You can’t police my joy, no After, after all These, not em-not employed You can't police my joy, no They wanna see me angry Letras de cancionesThey wanna see me bear my teeth, yeah I’m a stovetop, baby I smile in your face, but the oven's on high (Don't get burned) I told you that I meant it I'm reclusive, I sleuthed it I already know what you’re thinkin' 'bout me (Are you mad?) Yes, I'm mad (What make you mad?) I don't fuckin' know You should tell me so, you done done it (Ooh-ah, ooh-ah) (Are you mad?) Yes, I'm mad (What make you mad?) I can't recall I plead the fifth, writing's on the wall (Ooh-ah, ooh-ah) After, after all Teeth-teeth are not employed You can't police my joy, no After, after all These, not em-not employed You can't police my joy, no Yeah, can't police my Can't tell me when to release my (Soul) What you looked into and then find (Soul) Brought up the same news the last time (Soul) I wasn't hidin', that was just private, that was dear diary Why you entitled? Why are you pryin'? Say I'm too quiet, watch how they gon' flip it That's not how I meant it, but that's how they write it I'ma hear about it in the written column If they gon' misquote me, what's the point in talkin'? It is not promotion Only nonsense and it's not important Not headlinin', I was unimportant, I didn't talk about it I don't talk about it, but that's how I liked it I don't go outside so much they don't invite me Interview and now there's no need for the spyin' (Are you mad?) Yes, I'm mad Yes, I'm Black, no I don't elaborate I said, oh yeah, I had to say No, you ain't got the answers, wait No human is immaculate Gon' be dreadlocked and tatted faced That's the story they'll gravitate Stovetop, day one, what I don't got Devil's advocate, I saw them play both sides That's the line they'll cross for exposure Recluse, reluctant to share most times After, after all These teeth are not employed You can't police my joy After, after all My smile is not employed You can't police my joy After, after all These teeth are not employed You can't police my joy After, after all My smile is not employed You can't police my joy After (It's like you want me to be) (You're tryin' to provoke me) After all (This shit hereditary) (The pressure rising, rising) These teeth are not employed (Some days I'm almost carefree) (Some days I wish I could be) You can't police my joy (So many women in me) (You beggars can't be choosy) After (It's like you want me to be) (You're tryin' to provoke me) After all (This shit hereditary) (The pressure rising, rising) My smile is not employed You can't police my joy (So many women in me) (You beggars can't be choosy) (After) It's like you want me to be You're tryin' to provoke me (After all) This shit hereditary The pressure rising, rising (These teeth are not employed) Some days I'm almost carefree Some days I wish I could be (You can't police my joy) So many women in me You beggars can't be choosy (After) It's like you want me to be You're tryin' to provoke me (After all) This shit hereditary The pressure rising, rising (My smile is not employed) Some days I'm almost carefree Some days I wish I could be (You can't police my joy) So many women in me You beggars can't be choosy It's like you want me to be You're tryin' to provoke me This shit hereditary The pressure rising, rising Some days I'm almost carefree Some days I wish I could be So many women in me You beggars can't be choosy It's like you want me to be You're tryin' to provoke me This shit hereditary The pressure rising, rising Some days I'm almost carefree Some days I wish I could be So many women in me You beggars can't be choosy It's like you want me to be You're tryin' to provoke me This shit hereditary The pressure rising, rising Some days I'm almost carefree Some days I wish I could be So many women in me You beggars can't be choosy From Letras Mania