I Dont Wanna B Judged

I’m in the cut with bloody knuckles
Irony, sight for sore eyes to see
Least likely to like to leave
Lie to me (lie to me)
Tell me that I’m good and misunderstood
Cause the fear (the fear) is frightening
And I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
So tell me where the hugs at?
Fuck where the drugs at?
I’m dying (dying) and you’re not crying (crying) (louder)
I’m tired of feeling sour
Fuck the power, and whoever on it
Cause I murder every opponent
I wanna see his mother sob
«Why?», body hunched over his coffin
Like, «Why did it go so quick?
Why did that clip slip and make his lip drip bright red?»
I’m feeling nauseous
Vomit up chunks of check mix and light brunch
Cause I found out the only virgin here was fruit punch
So what was the point of even blowing up
Rolling up, getting blown and such
But never ever ever ever ever ever (grip the cup)
I guess it’s just a myth of song
Call them easter bunts
I’m sick of making friends
Sick of making amends
I’m sick of women (women) thinking that I owe them (true)
You got your vowels screwed
Fuck am I to do
When the message misconstrued
And I end up in the noose
For something I didn’t do
So fuck you I’m done talking
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
So tell me where the hugs at
Fuck where the drugs at
I’m dying (dying) and your not crying (crying)
I’m tired of feeling sour
Fuck the power
And whoever on it
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged
I don’t want to be judged