Holly Ann - Ain't a Man

Hundred thirty seven percent
Climbing rate of the beauties' brutality

Mortality standing right infront of me
My hands in the hand of her hand
Then his hand

A fettish of the gun
Lesbians fun just because they ain't a man
Sit and stare you're proud of it
You're money dumps in but you
You won't admit

Streets tend to treat us peculiar
Offer us a job just to go and get fucked
Hustle every day on the corner
She wanna run away from the man that stones her

Ain't a man
I ain't a man
Ain't a man
I ain't a man

(Don't understand)
I ain't a man
I ain't a man
(Don't understand)
I ain't a man
(Don't understand)

I know it's just hard to see it right
I guess my skirt is welcoming to you right
He seems to be a god ain't that right
Your book is pretty light for a dim right

I know it's just hard to see it right
Fatality is rising but to you it's a fight
Pick a side yet "It's all muddy"
You were never even for me
So I guess it's funny

Written by:
Holly Humphries

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