[Verse 1: Jazz-rap female MC, nimble and dry over the ride cymbal] Six years with Darnell and I never got a sentence done He would grab it by the collar and he'd finish it for fun Told the waiter what I wanted, told my mama what I meant Talked across my birthday toast like he was payin' me the rent Talked through every movie, talked through grandmama's grace Talked straight through our breakup with a finger in my face So I went back to school, gave it eight hard years, gave it all Now the only plaque I keep is framed and hangin' on my wall [Hook: Jazz-rap female MC, smooth and wicked] Open wide, this won't hurt a bit Lean on back and let the needle sit You can't talk, so now you gotta listen Open wide, it's my turn to drop some wisdom [Verse 2: Jazz-rap female MC, brisk swing, tongue in cheek] Tuesday, quarter after two, I read the chart and start to grin Darnell, upper left, a cracked molar and a root canal to begin He strolls in with the swagger, says, "Baby, you look well" Then he sees the tray of tools and he goes quiet for a spell I numb the gum, I numb the cheek, I numb the lip and half the chin Now the man who talked for six years can't pronounce his name again Ninety minutes in my chair, a captive audience of one And for the first time in our history, I talk until I'm done [Bridge: Jazz-rap female MC, trading fours with the ride cymbal, four bars on, four bars off] I wanted Lisbon, you booked your cousin's lake house I wanted the blue couch, you bought leather like a steakhouse I sang in the car and you would turn the music louder I got the promotion and you said "That's nice" and took a shower Now hold still, I'm not done, you can blink once for yes Blink twice for "I was wrong about it all," I'll take the rest Rinse and spit, no, don't spit, I'm still talkin', keep it in That's six years of "Hold on, babe," and I'm on chapter ten [Hook: Jazz-rap female MC, smooth and wicked] Open wide, this won't hurt a bit Lean on back and let the needle sit You can't talk, so now you gotta listen Open wide, it's my turn to drop some wisdom [Verse 3: Jazz-rap female MC, light and lethal, brushed snare] Crown fitted perfect, not a twinge and not a sting Best work I ever did, and the man ain't feel a thing He tries to say thank you but his lip is in the way Comes out like a tuba, so I nod and say okay Front desk hands a lollipop, I walk him to the street Best date that I've had in years, and you ain't said a peep You were never gonna hear me till you couldn't say a word Floss twice a day, baby, now you finally heard [Final Hook: Jazz-rap female MC, smooth and wicked, ride cymbal alone behind her] Open wide, this won't hurt a bit Lean on back and let the needle sit You can't talk, so now you gotta listen Open wide, it's my turn to drop some wisdom [End]
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