WILLOW and SZA - Cuban Pete

Dominos, dominos, dominos
Dominos, dominos, dominos
Dominos, dominos, dominos
Your love's like dominos, dominos, dominos
Dominos, d-dominos

I went outside on a bright Monday morning
I sat with my dog
And read some new books that I bought
I wrote a poem 'bout you
And a couple of moments, I know that you know this
But I know you're just scared of yourself
(Of yourself, of yourself, 'cause I helped)
Don't work hard as you
Do things like you wish you could do but
I can't, I can't, no, I'm just tripping
(I'm just slipping)

Young rose, they ask you not to grow here
Can't ignore your soul, seek what's on your mind
Just one thing to know, my dear
The dirt is not for you
Can't absorb the light, stick only to truth
And this is what I know, my dear
Show me, you show me, you show me
You show me, you show me you
Grow me, you grow me, you grow me
You grow me, grow me, you

Dominos, dominos, dominos, dominos
My mind's like dominos, dominos, dominos, dominos
Falling like dominos, dominos
Falling like dominos, dominos

Young rose, they said don't you grow here
Oh no, I let myself float here
On a kite, yeah, that's right
Yes, I came from the third
Follow me as your lead
Then we can just chill back and
Converse, converse, converse, converse
It hurts, I swear it hurts the way you walk
Without a verse I talk
Without my mouth we speak
Just thunderclouds

Written by:
Solana Imani Rowe, Willow Smith

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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