Tisha Jackson Officially Releases First Single off "Album of The Year"
[Intro]
Damn it’s been sometime
Can’t believe a quinquennial passed by
[Chorus]All that glitters (The gold is still mine)
All that glitters (The gold is still mine)
New wave ain’t even stepped in their prime
Some folks who came in with me is way past their prime
Ms. Jack is the definition of prime
Talk your shit (Ms. Prime)
(Clip, Clip, Clipped)
Been on pause for five years
Ain’t nan you hoes can even step to me
All that glitters (The gold is still mine)
All that glitters (The gold is still mine)
Ms. Jack is the definition of prime
Talk your shit (Ms. Prime)
[Verse 1]Took some time off to deal with my anxiety
Mental health in tact, needed some clarity
This girl is on fire, you can’t mess with me (Oh no)
Did my work, found the peace in me, I did not buy
(Shout out Tems)
Fuck break ups to make ups (My heart, I claimed it)
Fuck toxic relationships, no low vibrations (My crown)
God bestowed pon me (I claimed it)
Oh how you wish I was the same bitch
The same bitch who let you drive her crazy (Gianni Versace, Gianni Versace)
Same one who stayed over analyzing and explaining (Gianni Versace, Gianni Versace)
I’m bout to set it off
Took a break from the game
Coming back you skeeos kept this shit too lukewarm
Truth is most off yall still fans
Still drippin in Patek dot Phileppe
[Verse]
All that glitters (The gold is still mine)
All that glitters (The gold is still mine)
(Bitches is clipped, clip, clip, clip, clippin on)
Ms. Jack is the definition of prime
Talk your shit (Ms. Prime)
My life always been in style
My telfie type heavy
All that glitters (The gold is still mine)
(Telf, Telf, Telf, Telfie)
All that glitters (The gold is still mine)
Ms. Jack is the definition of prime
Talk your shit (Ms. Prime)
(Back to like like Lagerfeld was to 1980’s Chanel)
[Verse 2]Waiting for the Album of the Year release date
Steady preeing peepin waiting
Couldn’t write a hit or sing a melody if it hit you at the same time
Ain’t checkin for, nigga
Spent the last year loving myself, my nigga, think you’re worthy (How could you figure)
Every nigga I dated still say I’m the baddest (Yeah Tisha but his new girl is pretty)
No bitch but I’m actually pretty pretty (petty Betty)
[Pre- Chorus]
All that glitters (The gold is still mine)
All that glitters (The gold is still mine)
Ms. Jack is the definition of prime
Talk your shit (Ms. Prime)
[Refrain]Excuse this song, it’s the sun gemini in me
Aries rising, it's the fire in me (oh no)
Try to stay grounded, its’ the virgo moon in me
But don’t get the shit twisted
I’ll light your ass us without a fucking match
[Outro]Clip, clip, clip, these bitches have been chopped
Since sixteen win, win, wins worldwide across every chart
I’m the one that got away way way way
Still own of all of my exes hearts
All you chickens could suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Spent the last decade in a fierce beef with herself and she still suckin on my dicky
Make the pretty girls shake them tittys
Henny till i’m tipsy
Unicorn is the delineate of my kitty
Talk your shit young young pretty
The baddest in my family and industry since the nineteen nineties
Chil Chil Chill Chill Chill Chill Chill Chill
Stepping on these bitches necks is still a fucking thrill
Boom shaka laka Boom shaka la la
Rat ta tatt tag raggin on that ass (rag that bitches ass)
Edges laid, curly baby hairs
Shut it down as my heel clack pon the stage
Titties still sit, ass been all the rage
Happy paddi riddim aka minding my biz
The other is a has been, all across the board Miss Jack is a ten
Less Less Less talent (Talentless dumb bitch)
Shut it down as my heel clack pon the stage
Shut it down as my heel clack pon the stage of the Album of The Year World Tour
Talk your shit (Ms. Prime)
(Back to like like Lagerfeld was to 1980’s Chanel)
Please stop my bag cus running shit this long is unfair
Ms. Monroe, diamonds are my best friend
Vintage Gianni Versace was my first wedding dress
Didn’t make it to the altar, His sis Dontella shall make my next
Still have the crown
But I’m gonna cool it now, slow it down
Ride the beat of my disco rap
Vintage Gianni Versace was my first wedding dress
Didn’t make it to the altar, His sis Dontella shall make my next