There's never been a star too bright to burn out But I won't burn out tonight. It's too dark. I'm too pale. I made my grandma proud.
My skin is just dirt rubbed off from the ground. I wanna become one with the sun. My grandma will roll her eyes out loud.
There's a great, big ball in the sky, and I can't see. It's made of golden flames and it's burning, But it won't burn my skin, it will make me Browner than yesterday, I mean, Stronger than yesterday.
My grandma would be proud to know I wear long-sleeved hoodies. Cross my arms and walk Towards the shadows while outside, As if covering my abdomen is the only way To keep my secret hidden.
I made my grandma proud.
But last summer, I worked outdoors in New Hampshire. Pulled up my sleeves. Let the sun seep through the cracks in my skin. Let the roots of melanin grow rich in soil. Once again, I was burnt bold in brown.
And they asked, "How did you get so brown?" And I said, "This is what happens when I embrace the sun."
There's a great, big ball in the sky, and I can't see. It's made of golden flames and it's burning, But it won't burn my skin, it will make me Browner than yesterday, I mean, Stronger than yesterday, no I mean, Browner than yesterday. I'm much Darker than yesterday.