Lyrics blue moon - Nuria

Will the DJ play the tunes I like
All through the fucking night?
And will you pursue the lust
I showed to you that's in my eyes?
I just wanna move, I just wanna groove
I just wanna show you what to do
I just wanna move, I just wanna groove
I just wanna show you what to do
That blue moon

Aye-yo, been a while
But I'm back into my element, huh?
Really wild how I come in with that elegant walk
Pretty smile and they know I got intelligent talk
You could be the greatest poet ever stumbled across
But you can't persuade the nation lacking relevant font
And you can't talk to the people if you haven't evolved
Confidence is fabricated, 'cause you wanna be God
King, queen, princess, got the citizens lost
Kids are living on the internet
Where innocence rot
Then internalize behavior
Of the idols they love
Over-glittered, over-glamoured
Is the life that they flaunt
"Dad, I need to be a star"
"Mom, it's all that I want"
Yeah and then the therapy'll tell you
Why they acting a fraud
Why they haven't been themselves
Why they so nonchalant
'Cause what the media say must be true
'Cause we stuck in the cage, what's to do?
Aye!

Will the DJ play the tunes I like
All through the fucking night?
And will you pursue the lust
I showed to you that's in my eyes?
I just wanna move, I just wanna groove
I just wanna show you what to do
I just wanna move, I just wanna groove
I just wanna show you what to do
That blue moon

Yeah
But nobody listens
If what you're saying
Threatens the ignorant bliss that they stay in
Pop pop the bottle
Pop on occasion
Pop this, they pop that
I pop out the Matrix
Psycho, psychology
Puppets that play tricks
Fume out the ears
When they heard Lamar say this
Your favorite rapper isn't your savior
Your favorite rapper is just in your playlist
I, I put my pen to the paper, there's a disconnect
The perfectionist got something that is missing
Yet, I can't acknowledge it or interject
I can't call art I'm making "incorrect"
I treat the painter with a thin reject
I'm thinking that it's indirect
But I still throw the rug out under me
And scream for facts
The subjectivity is killing me
'Cause freedom lacks
The kind of boundaries that keep you on a cleaner path
I got the paradox of choice creeping in my bed
So as I'm sleeping new ideas coming in collect
I got defense mechanisms packed
Behind like every word I've ever said
I take the armor off and let it rest
I take back all of this poetic text
Until you realize what you've left for dead
'Cause my art don't beg!
Not for screen time
Not for more minutes
Not for headlines
And not for your critics, uh

Will the DJ play the tunes I like
All through the fucking night?
And will you pursue the lust
I showed to you that's in my eyes?
I just wanna move, I just wanna groove
I just wanna show you what to do
I just wanna move, I just wanna groove
I just wanna show you what to do
That blue moon

Hey lieve Nur
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