Maiya Blaney - Blacker the Berry Lyrics

Get the fronto like pronto
4 and 20 blackbirds are blacker than the berry
Are blacker than the ice, the spice, the cinnamon, the cherry
Cherry pop, hit the wop, pick it up, whip it up, dip it up, will it flop
P-p-pick a little talk a little, kept peckin' till her body dropped
To the ice below, wasn't it nice below
When you didn't know there was a below
Didn't even know there was an above
Didn't think nothing of it, had nothing else to think of
Just popped
And then waited for the restock
Waited for the -cation either medi- or the vaca
But baby had to change the station
Contemplating elevation was the variant
The next stop in the subbox, get out, spot a cop
Run and hide cherry pie
Till ya lungs have died, till ya tubes are tied, till ya thighs are fried (huh) and why
'Cuz mama ain't paying money to watch baby cry, just to see the world pass baby by, bye

Ain't no use in waiting for the fruit to ripe
Doors won't open so you got to change your mind
Can't get mad at Life for driving take the ride
Buy your ticket, Godde won't give it
And Life will up and pass you by, by

Wish I didn't listen to the songs you recommended
Wish I didn't like the taste of it so much your taste so much still
Wish you hadn't left me as "open-ended"
Wish I didn't still want your silhouette on my windowsill
Wish I didn't allow time to slow down so much when you entered my mind
You entered from behind
Took the back door that nobody wanted to use no more
Took me by surprise (uh) by surprise
And in fact I find that I changed the way I was just to change your mind
And act completely fine and answer back at the drop of a dime
Or the drop of a hat, and just like that you snapped back
Took me for "the thing" but it was all in a dream
In a dream, uh
And it was only my dream
And what is a dream if it ain't a room for two
If it ain't a room with a view, if it's just a dream for...
If it's just a dream for you, if it's just a dream for... if it's just a dream for...
Deferral took my dream and dried it up like Sun Maid did
Collected travesties in hand to tow the IG grid
(I ran out of words)

Ain't no use in waiting for the fruit to ripe
Doors won't open so you got to change your mind
Can't get mad at Life for driving take the ride
Buy your ticket, Godde won't give it
And Life will up and pass you by, by