Sauntering down the street. Cigarette in one hand and a bottle in the other. Wonderfully scattered and lacking in all external direction. The ride is dull and the destination will always remain uncertain. I am floating ungainly through life. Whilst the clocks slay time, time kills us in revenge and I (feeling more alone than ever), do nothing - I have given up!
I am not one person; I am many people; I do not altogether know who I am —
No but really, I feel like Erykah Badu could just accidently brush against you and you would experience your past lives, see all untouched parts of the world and beyond the edge of the universe and give you visions of the promise land.
Queen Erykah has me in ma feels
I just can’t deal with this. Erykah badu makes me unstable. I’m jammin to “Mama’s Gun” like it aint almost 5am!! Its just sooo fuckin good. Aaah. Praise be to her
Orange Moon 😭
Kiss Me on my Neck 😘
Bag Lady 🙌
and the Cheeba Sac Radio Edit tho 🙌🙌 Green Eyes (fuxkin slayage) 😢
A.D. 2000 😄
In love with you 🙆
Okkkay the whole fuckin album bangs idc idc