PMS Doechii

[Intro]
(Black Metaphor)
Uh

[Verse 1]
Weaving through this traffic from a heavy session
The way the past aggressions left the wrong impression
They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'
So try to preach me lessons at your own discretion
They pitch a safe space for me to make confessions
But soon as I confess it, they start second guessin'
The labels treat my talent like a secret weapon
And I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it

[Chorus]
I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it
Even when I leavе my body, I gotta possess it
I'm over-possessivе, I'm over suggestion
Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present
Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection
Clearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin
Bitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in
They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'

[Post-Chorus]
Let it ride
I say I'm PMS-in'
They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'
I say I'm PMS-in'
Hmm
Uh