[Intro — spoken, half-whispered, half-laughed] Yeah… This one’s for the ex who left everybody holding his bill. Y’all keep asking me why. Baby, I don’t know why. I just know I’m not his translator no more. And I told the universe — fuck him. And the universe said — (pause) here’s six thousand dollars, girl. (laugh) Amen. --- [Verse 1] People keep pinging my line Asking me questions I ain’t gotta answer I ain’t his manager, ain’t his planner Ain’t tracking his mess like a dancer with a dust pan He left y’all with his bill? Girl, take a number, get in line He left me with a story And I turned it into rhyme I don’t wanna talk about him Don’t wanna give him access Don’t wanna feed his shadow Don’t wanna text his exes I told the universe I need the rent Universe said okay, sent Six thousand from disability Look at God, look at destiny --- [Pre-Chorus — building, half-sung, half-chanted] Not this hour Not this power Not this minute Not this flower I ain’t watering him no more I ain’t nourishing his war I’m out here being fine He can play with somebody else’s time --- [Chorus — big, brassy, shouted with attitude] Bola head diggy dum! Bola head, no hair, done Bola head diggy dum! Amen the hate, here I come Bola head diggy dum! You ain’t worth my Sunday Bola head diggy dum! Ain’t worth my Monday, Tuesday, no day (background: “no daaay, no daaay”) --- [Verse 2] Meditating on my mat Trying to bless this hate away Then I remember who I am And I decide to slay today My name is Shay when I’m on my week I don’t smile, I don’t speak I don’t apologize, I don’t peek I just glide past you like a boutique He’s lucky he ain’t standing here ‘Cause my eyes could open a wound My words could unravel a man And I ain’t in the unraveling mood He’s not worth it Not the ink, not the breath Not the sigh, not the death of a syllable Boy, you’re pitiful --- [Pre-Chorus] Not this hour Not this power Not this minute Not this flower I ain’t watering him no more I ain’t nourishing his war I’m out here being fine He can play with somebody else’s time --- [Chorus] Bola head diggy dum! Bola head, no hair, done Bola head diggy dum! Amen the hate, here I come Bola head diggy dum! You ain’t worth my Sunday Bola head diggy dum! Ain’t worth my Monday, Tuesday, no day --- [Bridge — slower, sultry, real talk] Now — for my daughter’s sake He’ll still owe her what she’s owed That ain’t about him That’s about the road I keep my accounts clean I keep my baby fed I keep my ancestors close I keep my head Six thousand dollars is coming Not from him — from me From the body I gave to Kaiser From the years, from the injury Universe heard me say fuck him Universe said “okay, love — Here’s what was always yours. Watch what I do from above.” --- [Chant break — hand claps, tambourine, layered voices] (call and response, playful, mean-girls-at-recess energy) Bola head! (bola head!) Diggy dum! (diggy dum!) No hair! (no hair!) All done! (all done!) Not this hour! (not this hour!) Not this power! (not this power!) Shay is here! (Shay is here!) And she don’t care! (and she don’t care!) --- [Final Chorus — bigger, horns wide open] Bola head diggy dum! Amen it, bless it, bye Bola head diggy dum! Girl, my check just came through — I’m high Bola head diggy dum! Zoey’s mama don’t play Bola head diggy dum! And my name is Shay TO-DAY --- [Outro — spoken, laughing, walking away] (soft laugh) I don’t hate you. I don’t love you. I don’t nothing you. You’re just… Bola Head Diggy Dum. And Shay? Shay is going to bed. In her warm house. With her check coming. And her daughter in her heart. Amen. (fade with tambourine and hand claps)
