nowhere, man Lyrics By Tune-Yards
People want—
People want—
People want—
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
Yes, I meant to scare you, just like that dream
Where your guns get pulled back on you
(People wanna hear you sing)
They rip pieces off your fertile skin
For every sin, sin against the people
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to hide
People, people
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
You wanna get excluded
And with that single word you erase the very story of my life
So I rip pieces off my fertile skin
Knowing women find for little ways to win
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Screaming babies are your problem
Screaming babies are your problem
Seems like Jesus and Dylan
Got the whole thing wrong
If you cannot hear a woman
Then how can you write her song?
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
(People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing)