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hymn - feather lyrics

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//verse 1//
there’s something in the weather
the restless air of our summer
people going mad at their children
some are dealers, some are losers, they’re all broken
i’m standin’ in the pouring rain
and all this chaos is mixing up with the pain
i’m afraid of getting cold, scared of getting old
i won’t play the part and let somebody hurt my soul
i won’t let ’em say that my c-ckiness ain’t on ice
’cause i’m just way too f-cking nice

//pre-chorus//
i don’t fit the mold you tryna force me into
i don’t tryna force you in a mold you fit perfectly
’cause i am just the total opposite of you
you’re in the arena, faking that you are free
but come on, i’ll show you what does that mean

//chorus//
this is a hymn for the people who don’t give a f-ck
the ones daydreaming, up in a starbuck
the ones who don’t fit the molds or the boxes
a hymn for all the teens, the rich and the poor ones
the thugs and the bad b-tches
oh, this is a hymn for the people who don’t give a f-ck
like you, like me
hymn for you, for me

//verse 2//
i’mma open my mouth
i’mma let the words come out
they can’t stand it
my talking’s the sh-t
i can’t stand that bullsh-t
i’m not into fake sh-t
freedom’s a big word
my mind’s a big world
they said i wasn’t well raised
born in a summer haze
but it ain’t my parents who put me in this social maze
i’m not dreaming ’bout s-x while all the boys are dreaming ’bout s-x
i’m feminist and anti-racist
i talk more, you talk less
my girl’s the same as me
my friends the same as us
don’t test us, it could be dangerous
you’re so dizzy
our middle fingers are our boundaries for our territory

//pre-chorus//
i don’t fit the mold you tryna force me into
i don’t tryna force you in a mold you fit perfectly
’cause i am just the total opposite of you
you’re in the arena, faking that you are free
but come on, i’ll show you what does that mean

//chorus//
this is a hymn for the people who don’t give a f-ck
the ones daydreaming, up in a starbuck
the ones who don’t fit the molds or the boxes
a hymn for all the teen, the rich and the poor ones
the thugs and the bad b-tches
oh, this is a hymn for the people who don’t give a f-ck
like you, like me
hymn for you, for me

//outro//
this is a hymn for the people who don’t give a f-ck

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