Pms

[Intro]

(Black Metaphor)

Uh

[Verse 1]

Weaving through this traffic from a heavy session

The way the past aggressions left the wrong impression

They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'

So try to preach me lessons at your own discretion

They pitch a safe space for me to make confessions

But soon as I confess it, they start second guessin'

The labels treat my talent like a secret weapon

And I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it

[Chorus]

I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it

Even when I leavе my body, I gotta possess it

I'm over-possessivе, I'm over suggestion

Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present

Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection

Clearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin

Bitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in

They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'

[Post-Chorus]

Let it ride

I say I'm PMS-in'

They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'

I say I'm PMS-in'

Hmm

Uh

[Verse 2]

What if I go beast mode and eat the family?

What if I go Kanye and crash the Bentley?

Who gon' be for Courtney, Lisa, Sydney, Tammy?

Who gon' try to stop me if I pop this Xanny?

And I just might, just to prove that I'm human

I be gettin' niggas hot just to prove that I'm humid

I mean I'm spittin' state to state just to prove that I'm fluid

'Cause the first to do it is the closest to losin'

Or the furthest to choosin', the child of destiny

The secret recipe exist allegedly

May the legends rest in peace and feel my alchemy

May the children take a leap and get as high as me

May the children take a leap and get as high as me

May the legends rest in peace and feel my, uh

[Chorus]

I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it

Even when I leave my body, I gotta possess it

I'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion

Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present

Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection

Clearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin

Bitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in

They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'

[Post-Chorus]

I say I'm PMS-in'

They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'

I say I'm PMS-in'

They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm—

[Verse 3]

Address me as Your Majesty, disrespect you casually

Know what's to come after me if I keep speakin' recklessly

You can it rhapsody, claim it as a tragedy

I'm in my reality, ain't no other bitch high as me

I gradually introduce these niggas to the half of me

More than my mentality is more like my anatomy

The talent doesn't put you center stage, it's the audacity

Careful, don't come after me, close the show dramatically

[Chorus]

And now the labels treat my talent like a secret weapon

And I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it

I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it

Even when I leave my body, I gotta possess it

I'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion

Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present

Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection

They askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'

[Post-Chorus]

I say I'm PMS-in'

They askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'

I say I'm PMS-in'

Don't ask me if I'm good, I think I'm PMS-in'

[Outro]

Yes, sir

Keep all that