| I don’t want the television to make up my mind
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| And I don’t want you to tell me what to do
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| And I don’t want kids getting pregnant at fifteen
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| And I don’t want you to keep stealin my shit
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| And I don’t need sugar or salt or water or bone
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| And I don’t survive of money you loan
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| And I don’t want people to cry because they’re lonely
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| And I don’t wanna die too soon from the bottle
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| And I don’t want you to keep changin' the channel
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| And I don’t wanna grab the mic unless the crowd hype
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| I don’t want drugs to take over your life
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| And I don’t doubt that tonight is the night
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| I don’t want my radio without fresh batteries
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| And all the other radios are tryin’a battle me
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| But I throw on my pumas, and then I’m fine
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| No radio gets louder than mine!
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| I don’t wanna become a fashion victim
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| What I don’t want is for TV to inflict’em
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| And what I don’t want, people to worship the almighty dollar
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| I don’t want to see broke MC’s and
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| I don’t want you to tell me what to do
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| And I don’t want them to call it technicolor
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| When it’s only shades of red that’s fillin up your head
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| And I don’t want you to … till I’m dead
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| And I don’t want them to judge me like a book
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| And I don’t want life not to take a second look
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| I don’t want a choregrapher to teach me how to dance
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| I don’t wanna make another record without an advance
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| I don’t want a formula, the same pattern
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| And I don’t want to mimic or be a walking gimmick
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| And I don’t want you people just to stand there
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| But what I do want you to do is yell like you don’t care!
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| I don’t wanna be anyone but me
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| And I don’t want to be addicted to love and tragedy
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| I don’t wanna face it, or retrace it
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| I don’t wanna Laugh Out Loud and have to replace it
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| I don’t want questions enough everyday
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| And I don’t know how long I could live this way
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| I don’t wanna be lazy, broken, and unmotivated
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| And I don’t wanna be like Mick Jagger, and just imitated!
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| I don’t wanna be forgotten, when I’m rotten
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| I don’t wanna live this lifestyle, California wild child
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| I don’t wanna be — living in agony
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| Orchestrated b-boy screams!!!
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| It’s like that
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| Check it out |