Mixtapes - Noon protest song

They write ^C5songs to get laid and ^F5songs to get paid, Those ^A5dumb motherfuckers are ^G5smarter than me. But ^C5I don't believe a ^F5word that they say, They're ^A5running around like they ^G5don't know their way.

But ^F5I will ^G5be for^A5ever young. I ^F5try to ^G5be for^A5ever dumb. I'll ^F5never ^G5learn, I'll ^A5do it myself. And the ^F5rest of you ^G5can go to ^C5hell.

I've got ^C5so many thoughts that I ^F5put into words, And some-^A5sort of attention could ^G5just be a curse. ‘Cause ^C5I say these things, i^F5f just for myself. I can ^A5be self-destructive, I ^G5don't need your help.

And ^F5I will ^G5be for^A5ever bored. I ^F5know just ^G5what you're ^A5looking for. So I'll ^F5run ^G5away and ^A5never look back. From these ^F5places I ^G5always ^C5forget.

Who do ^C5you think is ^F5doing who? And ^A5what's that new song you ^G5think's about you? I sup^C5port my city but ^F5not the scene, I con^A5sider myself a ^G5part of nothing.

And ^F5I don't ^G5care who ^A5else you hate. You ^F5pride your^G5selves on ^A5everything. Ex^F5cept the ^G5things that ^A5matter most. And ^F5I don't ^G5agree ^C5anymore