lyrics part 10
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2007, I wouldn’t be alive.
I would be skinned for having a like for other guys.
Even if I’m still Bi,
I’d be killed
For even thinking about likin’ men.
GIves me chills. (Brr!)
Now, I’m not too slow
And I’m sure you know
I’m not outright gay.
I also like girls, bro.
And I’ll tell you what they love most.
It’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.Going in the wind is an eddy of the truth and it's naked.
It's verbatim and it's shakin'.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No more getting elated.
No more listless invitations.FUCK!
Now I’m allowed to be here.
I’m proud to be here
As we’re now in new years.
2023, you can be accepted,
But not yet can you fully escape being rejected.
The public eye is still hateful
And lately I’m feelin’ real shameful
For being a minority
Of any group, you see?
We can never be in unity
With this cis motherfuckers who bring us down.
(No-oh!)
Then we got the pedos tryna prowl around
(Oh, no-oh!)
Call themselves MAPs, but they’re hacks.
They should be under arrest, like cardiac.Going in the wind is an eddy of the truth and it's naked.
It's verbatim and it's shakin'.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No more getting elated.
No more listless invitations.EW!
I’m not like this for attention. (Nope.)
I just like both girls and men and
I understand the frustration
With people like me popping up across the nation. (Woah…)
Who cares if I’m masculine or feminine?
Surely, it’s respect in the end that gets you friends
And then you have the people who simply hate our guts.
Telling trans and neutral “You’re all nuts!”
Who should care if I wear women’s underwear,
Pluck my eyebrows, comb my hair,
Or act sassy and cross my legs like a queer?
I’m fine with men or women if they’re near.
No need to live in fear.
There is no agenda,
Only people tryna be happy
With their likes and their gender.
Either way, our future is crappy.
To the straights, your wives told what they love most;
I’m a man who can slap but can also stroke.Going in the wind is an eddy of the truth and it's naked.
It's verbatim and it's shakin'.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No more getting elated.
No more listless invitations.What in heaven? (What in Heaven?)
Holy Hell! (Holy Hell!)
I can’t believe you love me as well.
You’re willing to accept me,
Not for your image.
I’m sure you know my reasons
If I’m a little suspicious.Eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-oh, eh-oh.
Yabo, yabo,
Yabo, yabo,
Yabo.
It's verbatim.
And yeah, and it's naked.
And yeah, and it's shakin',
It shakes, shakes, shakes.So fuck the guys who accept us
Just for people to like them more.
Fuck the people who hate us.
We are ready to go to war.
I appreciate
Those who love us for who we are.
Not a twelve-ounce steak
Or the love we make in bed.
Who cares how we identify?
We’re all going to die!
To die, to die, to die,
To die!
Fuck actin’
‘Cause the fact is we’reGoing in the wind is an eddy of the truth and it's naked.
It's verbatim and it's shakin'.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No more getting elated.
No more listless invitations.I no longer care if I’m martyred.
No more trying to barter
With the hopeless.
Why bother?
There’s no point because we are only
Getting more and more lonely
We’re closing
In on the ending.Ugh!
Fuckin’ gross!if you couldn't tell this song samples verbatim by mother mother
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