(verse 1- Deacon)
She was a late bloomer, from Penny to Janet in a blink
Dreamt 'bout being Josephine Baker in the mink
Gold make-up like the Shpinx, skin made to view
Body ornament performances, sin-sational
From Rhythm Nation to, ritilation through
Demon-strations of, what's she's made to do
She always told me that she wanted to dance
The only time she felt worthy of romance, damn
I tried to told her she was worthy of chance
But it'sh ard to talk to somebody in a trance
I just gave her a glance, enough to sang her blues
Be Pablo to paint her moves, be Langstion to name her Hughes
Emily dance for me someone said, she, curtsied and turned her head
She posed, with knowledge and grace she gave us a taste
WIth a look on her face that could be taken for dead
(verse 2 - Natti)
Are we crazy, deranged
To stand up for some change?
Dreams turn to schemes
Which marionette pulls your strings?
Emily's enemy was Emily, feelin me?
She only lusted to heel-toe kick to the symphony
And now she justified cryin rivers for sympathy
Which in end she finds out is simply misery
No mystery, or OnStar on destiny's roads
Ballerina wardrobe glowing under the strobe
Twirlin amongst dollars, waiting under the pole
For a slightly possible goal sometimes we sell out our soul
Can't help that, everybody done felt that
Just ask your favorite artists whose heart has turned to pitch black
Ask some of these stars where they lost they sense of self at
Strictly being puppets in public is a setback
Yeah fam, that's Emily's energy
Everybody's a dance, I don't view you no differently so dance
(outro)
She makes it rain with her tears