She's comfortable in her Cortez
And her stride is on fire
You can tell from her face that she's tipsy
Stars in her eyes
Her gold is her life, her friends are jealous
She, she dances in her future
She only sees money
She's comfortable in her Cortez
No time for your eyes
She flies into the air

Damn
I always wanted to fly the same
I don't even want to sing this song, damn

To be happy, she eats like a pig
We have to look at her, she just wants to be good
She's comfortable in her Cortez
No time for your eyes

So what's it gonna be, drown yourself
But if you roll the dice
You can be yourself
Hop up out your well
So what's it gonna be, drown yourself
But if you roll the dice
You can be yourself
Hop up out your well

Yeah, just roll your dice, baby look where you fit in
Just keep on that mission, that mission?
That super-cali-fragilistic (that super-cali-frahi-huh?)
Yeah that good shit, who's lookin' girl
Don't give a fuck what these niggas say
Fuck what they said through the grapevine
Why let confusion get in your way
You only get this about one time

Her gold is her life, her friends are jealous
She, she dances in her future
She only sees money
She's comfortable in her Cortez
No time for your eyes
She flies into the sky

Alright, I dedicated this part for
Kelis, Sade, Doniade, Letitia Sadier, Madonna
And yeah, everybody here

Baby girl, she talks alone at night
Her morning coffee, she forgets it
She's comfortable in her Cortez
No time for your eyes

So what's it gonna be, drown yourself
But if you roll the die
You can be yourself
Hop up out your well

So what's it gonna be, drown yourself
But if you roll the dice
You can be yourself
Hop up out your well

So what's it gonna
You can be yourself
Hop up out your well
So what's it gonna-
You can be yourself
Hop up out your well
So what's it gonna-

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