Kelly Rowland

Let’s do this dirty laundry, this dirty laundry…
Let’s do this dirty laundry, this dirty laundry…
When you’re soaked in tears for years, it never airs out…
When you make pain look this good it never wears out.
This dirty laundry, this dirty laundry…
While my sister was on stage, killin’ it like a motherfucker,
I was enraged, feeling it like a motherfucker,
Bird in a cage, you would never know what I was dealing with…
Went out separate ways, but I was happy she was killin it.
Bittersweet, she was up, I was down…
No lie, I feel good for her, but what do I do now?
Forget the records. Off the record—I was going through some bullshit
Post-survivor, she on fire, who wanna hear my bullshit?
Meanwhile this nigga putting his hands on me…
I swear y’all don’t know the half of this industry…
Let’s do this dirty laundry, this dirty laundry…
Let’s do this dirty laundry, this dirty laundry…
When you’re soaked in tears for years, it never airs out…
When you make pain look this good it never wears out.
Let’s do this dirty laundry, this dirty laundry…
And it’s almost been a decade…
I’m behind them black shades…
Roll up like it’s all good, right up out that escalade…
Fix my make-up, “Get it together, Kelly, get it together…”
Then we make up, “well get it together, nigga, get it together…”
Kinda lucky, I was in her shadow…
Phone call from my sister, “what’s the matter?”
She said, “Oh no… baby… you gotta leave!”
I’m on the kitchen floor… he took the keys.
I was mad at everybody… I mean everybody…