Pegz, Reagan Staaf - I Don't Need Your Judgements lyrics
[Pegz, Reagan Staaf - I Don't Need Your Judgements lyrics]
If I had a life coach, a stylist
A spiritual guider
A criminal minded business adviser
A PHD in political science
Would I understand the
Government's indigenous crisis?
Don't trust what the government say
Nothing's changed
Since Sadam Hussein for a kid
Growing up in Kuwait
Regulated by assumptions we make
Bombin' trains with the blood in his veins
No languages of the past, mathematical sums
Passages of the Bible, chapters of the Koran
No bachelor of the arts
I read the signs, without astrological charts
No psychologist to delve in my head
No relationship counselor to help
With the stress
No physiotherapist reality check
I got enough common sense and self-respect
I'm still burning, I'm still learning in life
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still searchin' my mind
Still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still learnin', still burnin' inside
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Baby I don't need it baby I don't need it
If I had a personal trainer, a cheuffer
A chaperone black belt manager with
Focus and self-control
Holistic life, no smokin' or alcohol
Would I live to see you
Wack arse rappers blow?
Would I appeal to American Offspring?
Signed by Def Jam, managed by Don King
Back up dancers and choreographed boxing
Makeup artists and various brand sponsoring
That's bullshit, drop the facade
You wanna rap with an accent?
That's not who we are poppa large big shot
Number one in the charts
From the southeast coast where
The poppies are cut (ayy)
No A&R producing my best work
No Primo beat, no Kanye guest verse
No Timbaland remix, radio censored (hey)
We hold it down for Australian brethren
I'm still burning, I'm still learning in life
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still searchin' my mind
Still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still learnin', still burnin' inside
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Baby I don't need it
I didn't play guitar in my adolescence
Have a set of drums or piano lessons
Or a milk crate full of Sabbath records
But, I still got thrash metal fans dependent
No green thumb, in hydroponics
No motivational speech by Tony Robbins
No law degree, no brokering knowledge
To rise to the top and own a McDonald's
I don't rest on my laurels or reputation
Every burning step is a revelation
Still dedicated, still gettin' wasted
Don't spend my days mourning expectation
I'm still burning, I'm still learning in life
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still searchin' my mind
Still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still learnin', still burnin' inside
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Baby I don't need it baby I don't need it
A spiritual guider
A criminal minded business adviser
A PHD in political science
Would I understand the
Government's indigenous crisis?
Don't trust what the government say
Nothing's changed
Since Sadam Hussein for a kid
Growing up in Kuwait
Regulated by assumptions we make
Bombin' trains with the blood in his veins
No languages of the past, mathematical sums
Passages of the Bible, chapters of the Koran
No bachelor of the arts
I read the signs, without astrological charts
No psychologist to delve in my head
No relationship counselor to help
With the stress
No physiotherapist reality check
I got enough common sense and self-respect
I'm still burning, I'm still learning in life
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still searchin' my mind
Still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still learnin', still burnin' inside
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Baby I don't need it baby I don't need it
If I had a personal trainer, a cheuffer
A chaperone black belt manager with
Focus and self-control
Holistic life, no smokin' or alcohol
Would I live to see you
Wack arse rappers blow?
Would I appeal to American Offspring?
Signed by Def Jam, managed by Don King
Back up dancers and choreographed boxing
Makeup artists and various brand sponsoring
That's bullshit, drop the facade
You wanna rap with an accent?
That's not who we are poppa large big shot
Number one in the charts
From the southeast coast where
The poppies are cut (ayy)
No A&R producing my best work
No Primo beat, no Kanye guest verse
No Timbaland remix, radio censored (hey)
We hold it down for Australian brethren
I'm still burning, I'm still learning in life
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still searchin' my mind
Still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still learnin', still burnin' inside
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Baby I don't need it
I didn't play guitar in my adolescence
Have a set of drums or piano lessons
Or a milk crate full of Sabbath records
But, I still got thrash metal fans dependent
No green thumb, in hydroponics
No motivational speech by Tony Robbins
No law degree, no brokering knowledge
To rise to the top and own a McDonald's
I don't rest on my laurels or reputation
Every burning step is a revelation
Still dedicated, still gettin' wasted
Don't spend my days mourning expectation
I'm still burning, I'm still learning in life
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still searchin' my mind
Still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Still learnin', still burnin' inside
I'm still tryna say somethin'
Baby I don't need your judgement
Baby I don't need it baby I don't need it