BRAIDS OR FRO Lyrics

Braids or fro

Yeah I still look cold

Connection way deeper

I grow it from my soul

I said braids or fro

I still look cold

Connection way deeper

How do I spit this verse without sounding like rasta

Take pride in yourself

I learnt that from Mufasa

Identity on my head top

Un breakable bedrock

Versatility could never get fed up

When it's out take in more

Physically and mentally

Feel quite youthful fundamentally

Reminds me of the past times sentimentally

The feeling through my fingers urgh so heavenly

Soak the nutrients up right to my core

The apple of my eye never been so inverted Before

You see my 4b

Surely you wanna hear my story

The glory of the growth

I've sworn an oath

To carry on be me

No one else can match my energy

Walk out the door in my capri sun jeans

Show up to the barbers saying "what you telling me"

Braids or fro

Yeah I still look cold

Connection way deeper

Grow it from my soul

Braids or fro

Yeah I still look cold

Connection way deeper

I Grow it from my soul

Braids or fro

Yeah I still look cold

Connection way deeper

Grow it from my soul

My hair defies gravity

I love the way it flows

My identity

I'm learning as it grows

Get to barbershop nice and Early 10:30

Straight in the chair hair blown out firstly

Wonder if I'll still have hair when I'm 30

Every time it still hurts me

Woven into my brain

My head's pounding

Looking like Andre 3000

Afro a mountain

That you can't get to the top of

Growing two years and counting

Man I love my Surroundings

Gyal dem only rate it when I'm braided up

and faded

Blending out the lines the only time I was graded

If I never got the braids if I'd never been persuaded

I would never know what it like to be upgraded

Rowing through the corn or it is cain

A style of generational pain

Its right next to my brain

On my journey reminds me to stay in my lane

I might even switch locs if I want a change

Braids or fro

Yeah I still look cold

Connection way deeper

I grow it from my soul

Braids or fro

Yeah I still look cold

Connection way deeper

I grow it from my soul

Braids or fro

Yeah I still look cold

Connection way deeper

Grow it from my soul

My hair defies gravity

I love the way it flows

My identity

I'm learning as it grows

But also there's pain behind the joy

Used to wonder why it was this way as a boy

In year wanted to fit i was so distraught

Got my dads gel and tried get a Mohawk

I say it now it's a mad thought

Now there's white girls with box braids

That are 10 shades darker than they should be

That's calm "you do you b"

Probably the same ones calling me a black sheep

It actually crazy

My curls are DNA

Wrapped around my finger in a certain way

Reflecting my life when it's knotted up in disarray

Not just something I can just cut away

Got this from someone I don't like and don't know

But over this is feels nice to let go

With what I've been blessed with

Apart from in year nine when my head looked like a block of Tetris

It took me a while to love it

But i can say it today

I'm so grateful to express myself in this way

Yes, you can ask you can look you can stare

But don't you dare think about touching my hair

(don't you dare! Tell em again)

Braids or fro, yeah I still looks cold

Connection way deeper I grow it from my soul

Braids or fro or locs or bantu knots, two strand twists

They all look cold but remember why they exist