Watermelon (Extended Version) – Sara Hartman (feat. Tuimi, Barkaa & Blanco Suave)

Show me your melons and I’ll show you mine
Feminine power, you and I divine
Rooted in truth, reach for the sunshine
Summer is coming, we’re ripe on the vine, got a
Sweet heart, hard rind
Make art, do crime
Make love, rewind
Show me your melons and I’ll show you mine

Got lost in the supermarket
Tryna find the watermelon
The summer’s already started
I’ve got the time if you wanna waste it

The kids are alright, that’s a promise
They’re spitting the seeds out on purpose
They were just watching the sky
Revolutionary eyes
Lost in the same supermarkets
Tryna find sparks in the darkness
They were just watching the sky
Revolutionary eyes

Do I know you, do I know me? Are you telling the whole story
Why they saying, “Trust nobody”, who is even that trustworthy, huh?
Secrets gonna be laid bare
Is that why we keep on saying, “Take care”?

But you know life can be so sweet, bittersweet sometimes
Any day or night, but we’ll be alright

Got lost in the supermarket
Tryna find the watermelon
The summer’s already started
I’ve got the time if you wanna waste it

The kids are alright, that’s a promise
They’re spitting the seeds out on purpose
They were just watching the sky
Revolutionary eyes
Lost in the same supermarkets
Tryna find sparks in the darkness
They were just watching the sky
Revolutionary eyes

I’m a product of a system I was born to destroy
Got tears in my eyes but my babies give me joy
Revolution in their eyes, we ain’t playing with you, boy
Matriarchs and warriors are set and ready to deploy
I’m annoyed, minorities are the majority
Making money off of us, taking soul from our bodies
But I have it when I look at the next generation
I’m just patiently awaiting on the world that we changing
One love, ’cause people got their morals mixed up
They try to sell for a price, do anything to get up
But I ain’t about to give up, so I just keep my head up
And when they try and beat you down, tell ’em they’re outta luck
What’s up, spit their hatred out like watermelon seeds
I ain’t stooping to their level ’cause I’m tryna find my pieces
Breathe, breathe out the bad and give me the good stuff
Hoping for a world where they just understood us
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