I can't believe I love the things they say about me
 Walk in the room they throwing shade left to right
 They be like ooh, she's serving face
 And I just tell em, cut me up, and get down
 They call us dirty 'cuz we break all [bad word] down
 And we just came to act a fool, is that all right (Girl, that's alright)
 They be like Ooh, let them eat cake
 But we eat wings and throw them bones on the ground
 I a freak for dancing around? (queen)
 I a freak for getting down? (queen)
 I'm cutting up, don't cut me down
 Yeah I wanna be, wanna be
 Is it peculiar that she twerk in the mirror?
 And am I weird to dance alone late at night?
 And is it [bad word] we're all insane?
 And I just tell 'em No we ain't" and get down
 I heard this life is just a play with no rehearsal
 I wonder will this be my final act tonight
 And tell me what's the price of fame?
 I a sinner with my skirt on the ground?
 I a freak for dancing around?
 I a freak for getting down?
 [bad word] up, don't cut me down
 Yeah I wanna be
 Hey brother can you save my soul from the devil?
 Say is it weird to like the way she wear her tights?
 And is [bad word] to wear my shades?
 I a freak because I love watching Mary? (Maybe)
 Hey sister am I good enough for your heaven?
 Say will your God accept me in my black and white?
 Will he approve the way I'm made?
 Or should I reprogram the programming and get down?
 Even if it makes others [bad word]  I wanna love who I am
 Even if it makes other [bad word]  I will love who I am
 Dance 'til the break of dawn
 Don't mean a thing, so duh
 I can't take it no more
 Baby, we in tuxedo groove
 Monae and E. Badu
 Crazy in the black and white
 We got the [bad word] so tight
 Baby, [bad word] the freedom song
 Too strong we moving on
 Baby there's melody
 Show you another way
 This joints for fight unknown [bad word] home and sing your song
 But you gotta testify
 Because the booty don't lie
 No, no, the booty don't lie
 Oh no, the booty don't lie
 Yeah
 Yeah, Let's flip it
 I don't think they understand what I'm trying to say
 I asked a question like this
 "Are we a lost generation of our people?
 Add us to equations but they'll never make us equal.
 She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel.
 So why ain't the stealing of my rights made illegal?
 They keep us underground working hard for the greedy,
 But when it's time pay they turn around and call us needy.
 My crown too heavy like the Queen Nefertiti
 Gimme back my pyramid, I'm trying to free Kansas City.
 Mixing masterminds like your name Bernie [bad word] 
 Well I'm gonna keep leading like a young Harriet Tubman
 You can take my wings but I'm still goin' fly
 And even when you edit me the booty don't lie
 Yeah, keep singing and I'mma keep writing songs
 I'm tired of Marvin asking me, "What's Going On?
 March to the streets 'cuz I'm willing and I'm able
 Categorize me, I defy every label
 And while you're selling dope, we're gonna keep selling hope
 We rising up now, you gotta deal you gotta cope
 Will you be electric sheep?
 Electric ladies, will you sleep?
 Or will you preach?"