Tangerine

2011 on a subway
I was 11 with a weapon
In the pocket of my dress
If someone tried to mess
This birdie would go off
And I’d be calling up the feds

Volume up to kill the time
Gothem city and I had to make it mine
Stepping over cracks, overly outspoken
Never really broken just some bottled up emotions

Oh
What do I know
Not too much at all
Just a little bit

Oh
But man there’s one thing that I do

The universe is mean
Missing screws in a big machine
But I go, go, go, go, go
Til I burn holes in my feet

Cause there’s no taste bad enough
You can’t rinse out with listerine
And I know, know, know, know, know, know, know
It’s all tangerine

If life was a person it’d be 10 ft tall
That’s just me complaining, guess I’ve always been small
Picked up to be thrown around a hand me down doll
Bet you never seen a Barbie with some bruises play ball, but

Oh
What do I know
Not too much at all
Just a little bit

Oh
But let me spill the fucking truth

The universe is mean
Missing screws in a big machine
But I go, go, go, go, go
Til I burn holes in my feet

Cause there’s not a taste bad enough
You can’t rinse out with listerine
And I know, know, know, know, know, know, know
It’s all tangerine

Oh
Now I kinda wanna scream it
Oh
Where’s my goddamn tangerine
I'm so
Done with smiling through my teeth
So oh
Where’s my goddamn tangerine