[Verse 1: Jamila Woods]

Black girl be in a bubble, bubble

Floating quietly out of trouble, trouble

They call you shy

Always ask why you listen before you speak

Black girl braids filled with bubbles, bubbles

Jump in puddles in double, double

How many different oils we know, we know?

To turn our skin from brown to gold

[Refrain: Ayanna Woods]

(Na na na na na na na na na na na)

(You can't bust up my bubble busta)

You can't bust up my bubble

You can't bust up my bubble

You can't bust up my bubble

You can't bust up my bubble

[Outro: Jamila Woods]

You should know that

I keep knives inside my kitchen

Oh not the one you're thinking

I've been picking my hair out and I know, now

How tall I really be