Black & White Jingle #2
Imani Coppola
Fuckin' up
I know you're fuckin' up
It happens to the best of us
So you can give it up
Let go
Start again
Just because you can
I know it's a rainy day
But sunshine comes from within
Sunshine
After all
We are just chickens
Who figured out how to fly
Then we collide in the air
Too much traffic in the sky
You can't fly away
Your problem's on the plane
'Cause it likes to stay warm
In the skin you're in
Underneath that stupid palm tree
There's a stomach in your mind
And your pain is like a rock
That lays there waiting for some resolve