| Well we must be some zanies and fools
|
| To take a gamble on this love just like we do
|
| What a wonderfully crazy thing to do
|
| Love like mine that we were powerless to choose
|
| I’m so powerful every time I look at you
|
| No memory of anything I couldn’t do
|
| It’s possible, so possible
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Once upon a time I wasn’t sure of myself
|
| I would always claim I never had no help
|
| Look into the mirror, the most unfair of all
|
| Hit the Player’s Ball, it was unbearable
|
| Another big birthday, another milestone
|
| To make your birthstone feel like rhinestone
|
| The caterpillars that had burrowed inside my belly
|
| Started to flutter before I learned how to fly
|
| I had a bunch of midlife crisises 'fore I turned 25
|
| The teachers put me in the back where I was learning to hide
|
| 'Cause when the teachers call you special, that’s a perfect disguise
|
| I had to bury all the dancing that would burgeon inside
|
| I got quiet, thought the silence was the perfect reply
|
| I turn to Casper any time a nigga turn on the slide
|
| Until I turned up at the talent show, a permanent high
|
| I had Jesus behind the wheel before I learned how to drive
|
| 'Cause it’s press
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| Once upon a time, a lady who tried twice
|
| At being a good wife and giving a good life
|
| To both of her lil' girls with ballerina tights
|
| She called up the RE/MAX and opened her own site
|
| Clothes and open houses, hired her own type
|
| Alimony is phony, she paid for her own flights
|
| Crazy office parties, she’s throwin' 'em inside
|
| And my mama sealed my fate when she opened the invite
|
| The lady had a plan, she knew it all in advance
|
| The party was a good mixture of employees and friends
|
| She told the people comin' to make sure they bring their kids
|
| Yeah, bring some food, but just make sure you bring your kids
|
| After we arrived and after standing around
|
| The lady take the glass and told us gather around
|
| For a special performance from her daughters, she said it proud
|
| But tonight they not my daughters, tonight they Destiny’s Child
|
| Out from the back came three lil' survivors
|
| In formation, choreo tighter
|
| One on the left, I think I might like her
|
| One on the left, I think I might love her
|
| Lady just folds her arms, rubs her hands
|
| All of the lessons, learn how to dance
|
| All of these moments left up to chance
|
| Everything will go right as it can
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| (Vous allez à comprir, vous allez à comprir, allez)
|
| It’s possible (Tu ta grandé)
|
| It’s possible (Tu ta grandé)
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| Once upon a time, I had carats supplied
|
| To a pair of fair rings I would share with the bride
|
| Every kiss begins with clear cut clarity sides
|
| They were forever, but marriage had an apparent decline
|
| Now we live in fear of doin' what our parents was tryin'
|
| So every Rapunzel don’t got the kind of hair you can climb
|
| Every since they lost a slipper, every pair that they find
|
| They say these boots were made for dancing like Mary J. Blige
|
| We live a life apart, life so hard
|
| Life’ll never really end up like the start
|
| We learn together how the back door feels
|
| And we was jumping over brooms in tobacco fields
|
| We was the same, all black folks still
|
| Until the white man found out black votes steal elections
|
| So they legitimized us, but behind us
|
| It’s still black folks at the back door still
|
| For every small increment liberated, our women waited
|
| And all they privacy been invaded
|
| Almost every trade I got through the slave owner
|
| Dark skin, brown, nose round, but the Bennett made it
|
| Now I wanna give it to her, Sierra Leone, serenade
|
| Sometimes love come with it’s own barricade
|
| Sometimes love just gotta hold, marinate
|
| Let it hold, let it wait, here it go, here it go
|
| It’s possible (It's possible)
|
| It’s possible (It's possible)
|
| (Vous allez à comprir, vous allez à comprir, allez)
|
| It’s possible (Tu ta grandé)
|
| It’s possible (Tu ta grandé)
|
| It’s possible
|
| It’s possible
|
| Ayy, yo
|
| Once upon a time, a girl from Trinidad
|
| Had to fly to Canada and sneak into the land |
| Of the free and of the brave, feet under the sand
|
| And I came in realizing nothing free in the land
|
| Dreams of making money, had to split it with Sam
|
| All that Making the Band, yeah, I could’ve did it, but damn
|
| Had to really be on the come-up, had to stick to the plan
|
| Went from rockin' with Fendi, now Fendi know I’m a brand
|
| That’s how God do, I’m in your top two
|
| And I ain’t number two, conquered rap, then the pop too
|
| You gon' stop who? |
| Get off cock, dude
|
| This itty bitty piggy giving bitches what they bop to
|
| I met my husband when I was 17 out in Queens
|
| If you love it, let it go, now I know what that means
|
| While he was up North for a body
|
| I bodied everybody and got known for my body
|
| My nigga home now, he the Clyde to my Bonnie
|
| 'Bout to walk down the aisle and be a mommy
|
| Ooh, I remember when I cried like, «Why me?»
|
| Now I wouldn’t exchange my life for Armani
|
| Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming and then it hits me
|
| Gotta remember who I am when it slips me
|
| Kids running up to the car yelling, «Nicki»
|
| All my bad bitches, I know that y’all with me
|
| Fuck they thought was sittin' in my seat?
|
| Got a big bowl of ice cream sitting in my Jeep
|
| Got some felons that’ll put you on ice, so don’t sleep
|
| 'Bout to dead this whole beat for rocks and gold teeth
|
| It’s possible, it’s possible
|
| It’s possible to me |