"Crying For the Queen" as written by and Imani Coppola Mike Mangini....
Girl, you ain't got shit on me
Ain't got shit on NYC
Got nothin? on this city
Save all that cryin? for the queen

Go back to the motherland
Have your mama hold your hand
If you eat your eggs with runny beans
Save all that cryin? for the queen

Judgin? your behavior
And your junkie routine
It's time for you to get clean
And stop creatin? a scene

Girl, you ain't got shit on me
Ain't got shit on NYC
Got nothin? on this city
Save all that cryin? for the queen

There's a recall on all employees
Who behavin? all out of sorts
Who can't hold their liquor
Quicker, ya'll get off my turf

I'll show you who got the curve
Think I'm being territorial?
I'ma get patriotic on ya ass
Stars and stripes actin? all sassy and crass

Class is in session
Please stand for the pledge
All you pretty party girl
Step away from the ledge

Have a seat, so I can begin to teach
Today we're gonna learn
About the word moderation
Liberty and justice
And somethin? like one nation

Girl, you ain't got shit on me
Ain't got shit on NYC
Got nothin? on this city
Save all that cryin? for the queen

Go back to the motherland
Have your mama hold you hand
If you eat your eggs with runny beans
Save all that cryin? for the queen

Judgin? your behavior
And your junkie routine
It's time for you to get clean
And stop creatin? a scene

Girl, you ain't got shit on me
Ain't got shit on NYC
Got nothin? on this city
Save all that cryin? for the queen

Those who know me, know I ain't
No straight lace sober freak
But when it comes time to get the job done
I make sure I'm at least able to speak

Try to give a damn about presentation
Try to make it look like it's not a vacation
People paid to see a show
They didn't just make a kind donation

When you're singin? that song
For the one millionth time
And you're too gone to see
That you no longer shine

You start wishin? for another way
To make your dime
You wanna make a buck in America?
Grab an application and get in line

Girl, you ain't got shit on me
Ain't got shit on NYC
Got nothin? on this city
Save all that cryin? for the queen

Go back to the motherland
Have your mama hold your hand
If you eat your eggs with runny beans
Save all that cryin? for the queen

Judgin? your behavior
And your junkie routine
It's time for you to get clean
And stop creatin? a scene

Girl, you ain't got shit on me
Ain't got shit on NYC
Got nothin? on this city
Save all that cryin?

?Cause you know you'll be missin?
That same ol? tune
Two weeks what you look like
Every afternoon

Then it comes you'll be like
Cha ching, cha ching
But minimum wage after taxes is like
You must be fuckin? kiddin?

Girl, you ain't got shit on me
Ain't got shit on NYC
Got nothin? on this city
Save all that cryin? for the queen

Go back to the motherland
Have your mama hold your hand
If you eat your eggs with runny beans
Save all that cryin? for the queen

Judgin? your behavior
And your junkie routine
It's time for you to get clean
And stop creatin? a scene

Girl, you ain't got shit on me
Ain't got shit on NYC
Got nothin? on this city
Save all that cryin? for the queen



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"Cryin' For the Queen" as written by Imani Coppola Mike Mangini

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