I don't wanna talk shit

But if I burn someone it's gon' be some wok shit

And if I make a trial it's gon' be some mock shit

'Cause everything I do is art on a canvas, that's smock shit

I don't care if people listen

I've got glitter and I know I'm gonna glisten

Ears or the eyes or the straight down pissin'

Long as people know they don't know what they're missin'

Livin' in the kitchen

Or just crying in the shower

Self-care or self-empowered

I don't know the difference

Wishin' I was downtown kissin'

Someone who is not in remission

Now you'll be trippin

Lookin' up that definition

And it's just some sad shit wistin'

Walking back home while it's mistin'

Always the condition

Every time I'm down they bring it up, say

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna leave and lose my soul

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna be where everybody knows

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna lie and lose my soul

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna die, yeah, yeah, yeah

Living on the earth

Everything you see

From the grass to the water to the leaves to the trees

And all the creatures in between

Seem inseparable from your psyche

Tryna keep it high key

Every single song

Somewhere in the tone I know I went wrong

Because it ain't about me

Everything involves every single living creature around me

Say that he's found me

Somewhere in the ground bound down by a crown

Seems pretty unreal but I'm down to surround

Every person in every country town

Try every herb and then try to brew it

Make close friends with every animal and druid

Still keep it fluid

Even though I'm awkward as hell

Every hip-hop pop beat's got that swell

Is it honest? I can never tell

Like a fucking white-washed ghost of a shell

I talk and get Scarlett, starstruck

Every time I'm drunk I'm out at a bar, fuck everybody else

And it ain't that late

Not the star of the play

So I skip the soliloquy, move to the plot

Used to be a nice little tale, now it's not

Left to rot in the dirt deep down, never rose

Longer than three days

Dying slowly alone

She was playing violin outside every day, every night

Till she couldn't lift her arms up to write

Had her art carved out like a map on her mind

Didn't have much time

Didn't quite know it

Underneath a government that wasn't health-focused

Only on certain aspects if you noticed

But I don't wanna rake in Reagan promoters or his voters

Though I know they're too old to listen

They would probably say she oughta stay in the kitchen

Maybe some gave a shit about women

Maybe the gays as long as they didn't see it

Everything's okay with your health if you conceal it

But no one wanted anyone hurt directly

Forget about gays, girls, poor, and check, please

Couldn't aid then, can't aid anymore

Reaganomics dropping pennies for the poor

But the girl on the street

She was found by a priest

Taken in, given bed and a feast

For a single night of joy she slept in sheets

And she prayed to the sky that the joy wouldn't cease

So the days moved on but the violin didn't

She was told she'd work better in the kitchen

But not as a joke; it was real

As real as the disease she would slowly start to feel

Given from God to mother to violinist

Started by a hedonist somewhere within a village

Horrible in veritas, but they chose mendacium

And reminded her that prayer is the ultimate serum

They requested that she go to the hall of the savior to see him

Didn't wanna be him

Just wanted to know what was killing her slowly

With her last words on the back of a piece that she never got finished

But the violin sings still

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna lie and lose my soul

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna be where everybody knows

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna leave and lose my soul

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna die, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna lie and lose my soul

I just wanna know

Why I never had any control

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna lie and lose my soul

I don't wanna go

But nobody will cry, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

B Z O W !

Electric Guitar

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