I Dont Wanna B Judged - Hot Sugar, Haleek Maul

I’m in the cut with bloody knuckles

Irony, sight for sore eyes to see

Least likely to like to leave

Lie to me (lie to me)

Tell me that I’m good and misunderstood

Cause the fear (the fear) is frightening

And I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

So tell me where the hugs at?

Fuck where the drugs at?

I’m dying (dying) and you’re not crying (crying) (louder)

I’m tired of feeling sour

Fuck the power, and whoever on it

Cause I murder every opponent

I wanna see his mother sob

«Why?», body hunched over his coffin

Like, «Why did it go so quick?

Why did that clip slip and make his lip drip bright red?»

I’m feeling nauseous

Vomit up chunks of check mix and light brunch

Cause I found out the only virgin here was fruit punch

So what was the point of even blowing up

Rolling up, getting blown and such

But never ever ever ever ever ever (grip the cup)

I guess it’s just a myth of song

Call them easter bunts

I’m sick of making friends

Sick of making amends

I’m sick of women (women) thinking that I owe them (true)

You got your vowels screwed

Fuck am I to do

When the message misconstrued

And I end up in the noose

For something I didn’t do

So fuck you I’m done talking

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

So tell me where the hugs at

Fuck where the drugs at

I’m dying (dying) and your not crying (crying)

I’m tired of feeling sour

Fuck the power

And whoever on it

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged

I don’t want to be judged