Joanna Perricone - A Few Things Lyrics

No hesitation I step in just to kick it off, Beckham
Took a couple years for reflection recognize the voice, let it set in
Flow feels like George Jetson lightyears away, not seconds
Bellhop flow just to check in farm town girl, I reckon
An emotional wall, I wreck it don't like my flow, eject it
I pay my rent, so check it these bars on lock, protected
My sense of self, dissected came back to share some lessons
My shrink says I project shit won't screen these thoughts, directed
Single with these singles but committed to the album
Release these tracks with no feedback severed from the outcome
Who I've been, what I've done or who I've done and what I've been
Pictures on your camera roll made me develop thicker skin
Let's dive in, lets get weird and if life is gay then I'm super queer
And I'm femme as hell, but I grew a pair
Out of the closet like what should I wear?
Oh dear, I swear I feel like a double dare
Let's just make it very clear that

Quick recap huddle round everyone put your hands on your kneecaps
I tried to chase my ex but instead I got me back
I former friends turned fake so now I call them D-bags, I don't event feel bad
And I moved around just like a gypsy, bad jobs I drop quickly
Peace sign just like a hippie and I love the rush but its risky
I'm a Leo and I roar 'cause I want to leave a mark
Biggest fear I think is giving in to voices in the dark
I feel these demons closing in as I am laying in my bed
And I flip this switch inside my soul and kick them off the bedspread
Dead weight, know its cheesy but I am feeling grate
I got that sauce that makes the people want to lick it off the plate
Oh wait, lets get serious its been a rough year
Lug my baggage from behind me like, "Oh, its just us here"
Call my psychic just to ask her if the crystal ball's clear
'Cause it feels so alien to me when they try to orbit my sphere

Who is this girl that's just riding the wave, series of flow without further ado
Casual listeners feeling the vibe, who got the references maybe a few
Throwback like a backpack on Kam's back with the speakers
Face value, never shallow but I have lost count of the features
Worst critics say my lyrics are nothing more than simplistic
Same cats that live with Mom and identify as self sufficient
Whoa, I'll just leave that here, shout out to my peers
We be rotating these gigs, youd think thats its musical chairs
And I am all about that local we get loco on a mic
Crack a door you'll hear our vocals permeating through the night
Tell me who you know that's got a travelling stage
Car Bars, no mechanic but I'm fully engaged, get it?
I got a nerdy flow and degrees to back it, letters at the end of my full name in brackets
I don't play tennis but, I make a racquet, never out of bounds but I still practice
Yeah, Im an odd apparatus
So underground you would think that I'm a radish