"Playdough" lyrics
Yeah, I've always admired a bit from afar
How a beautiful woman can carry herself
Not on some gay shit, I mean sometimes yeah
But not always I mean hold on, look, I mean, well
I look from afar and I notice
If you're insecure, you don't show it
You carry yourself like you own it
Girl, you got like every component
I've never been jealous of women like you
Actually I think, I think I'm a fan
Like I'll never be so composed
Like you walk like you got the world in your pan-
Wait, I mean hands
I mean, yeah
I mean girl, wherever you keep it
You look like you keep your friend's secrets
Like you coordinate the pajamas you sleep in
You look like your pantry is labeled
You look like you have a night time routine, and both your parents are stable
Like you got a garden with parsley and basil
Like your selfies coming, like every angle
You're what insecure women hate on
Like you've been pampered since the cradle
Like you read philosophy, Socrates, Plato
You look like you've never ate Playdough
Baby you got some things you think nobody know
But the way that you hold it together, you should know
You're probably perfect
You're probably perfect
You kinda look like you've been through it
Like, not tryna drag you or nuttin'
But I think the way that your shoulders is up
Like you ready for somethin' to happen, or somethin'
Like, I know that PTSD shit
That panic, that stomach feel seasick
That chest tight and heartbeat is beatin'
You look like your life ain't been easy
And I mean, I get it, you probably normal
Like probably clocking a regular job
Probably got kids, and got responsibilities
Probably feel like you working a lot
You probably a wife, or a BM
Shit, maybe you still with a man
Or what if you even like girls?
Maybe being single's the plan
Regardless of all of it
I think it's dope that you keep it together, even if it is by a string
I see the beauty within you
Regardless, I know that shit ain't what it seem
Cause when you clock out
And when you drive home
And the music is on
And you sing along
Baby you got some things you think nobody know
But the way that you hold it together, you should know
You're probably perfect
You're probably perfect
How a beautiful woman can carry herself
Not on some gay shit, I mean sometimes yeah
But not always I mean hold on, look, I mean, well
I look from afar and I notice
If you're insecure, you don't show it
You carry yourself like you own it
Girl, you got like every component
I've never been jealous of women like you
Actually I think, I think I'm a fan
Like I'll never be so composed
Like you walk like you got the world in your pan-
Wait, I mean hands
I mean, yeah
I mean girl, wherever you keep it
You look like you keep your friend's secrets
Like you coordinate the pajamas you sleep in
You look like your pantry is labeled
You look like you have a night time routine, and both your parents are stable
Like you got a garden with parsley and basil
Like your selfies coming, like every angle
You're what insecure women hate on
Like you've been pampered since the cradle
Like you read philosophy, Socrates, Plato
You look like you've never ate Playdough
Baby you got some things you think nobody know
But the way that you hold it together, you should know
You're probably perfect
You're probably perfect
You kinda look like you've been through it
Like, not tryna drag you or nuttin'
But I think the way that your shoulders is up
Like you ready for somethin' to happen, or somethin'
Like, I know that PTSD shit
That panic, that stomach feel seasick
That chest tight and heartbeat is beatin'
You look like your life ain't been easy
And I mean, I get it, you probably normal
Like probably clocking a regular job
Probably got kids, and got responsibilities
Probably feel like you working a lot
You probably a wife, or a BM
Shit, maybe you still with a man
Or what if you even like girls?
Maybe being single's the plan
Regardless of all of it
I think it's dope that you keep it together, even if it is by a string
I see the beauty within you
Regardless, I know that shit ain't what it seem
Cause when you clock out
And when you drive home
And the music is on
And you sing along
Baby you got some things you think nobody know
But the way that you hold it together, you should know
You're probably perfect
You're probably perfect
