Lovely Fiction Ivy Sole
"Lovely Fiction" by Ivy Sole, released in 2020, is an introspective #HipHop track that explores themes of identity, love, and the complexities of self-perception. The lyrics reflect a struggle between reality and the idealized self. Unique elements include smooth production and soulful melodies, creating a contemplative atmosphere. The song resonates with listeners navigating personal truths.
[Verse 1]
My aunties dream of swimming when a child is conceived
I used to pray they wouldn’t dream of fishes for me
Merging genes with someone kindred, what a vision
Could I carry a child? Would my body go the distance?
I wanna love the way mama and Ruby loved me
Help them form their first sentences, survive the police
Let’s turn a phrase--I don’t wanna fight for execution stays, abbreviated living
Don’t know if I could teach them forgiveness
‘Cause I ain’t mastered it
Still giving up the master’s tools
Still mending shit with masking tape
Still working for the master’s school
I pray I help you master you
Hope you ask me 'bout the world
And hope that I would tell the truth
In my family offspring don’t spring often
I approach the prospect of you with due caution
My little fiction, you can rest up in my head for now
Running through my dreams, I’m scared as hell to let you down
[Chorus]
What a lovely fiction you are
What a blessed figment of my imagining
You’re too good to be true
But, baby, I could be so damn good to you
My aunties dream of swimming when a child is conceived
I used to pray they wouldn’t dream of fishes for me
Merging genes with someone kindred, what a vision
Could I carry a child? Would my body go the distance?
I wanna love the way mama and Ruby loved me
Help them form their first sentences, survive the police
Let’s turn a phrase--I don’t wanna fight for execution stays, abbreviated living
Don’t know if I could teach them forgiveness
‘Cause I ain’t mastered it
Still giving up the master’s tools
Still mending shit with masking tape
Still working for the master’s school
I pray I help you master you
Hope you ask me 'bout the world
And hope that I would tell the truth
In my family offspring don’t spring often
I approach the prospect of you with due caution
My little fiction, you can rest up in my head for now
Running through my dreams, I’m scared as hell to let you down
[Chorus]
What a lovely fiction you are
What a blessed figment of my imagining
You’re too good to be true
But, baby, I could be so damn good to you
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