You Dont Own Me

Intro
You dont own me.
You dont own me.
(Ha ha he he, ha ha he he.)

Well lets go.
But Im Gerald and I can always have just want I want.

Shes the baddest I would love to flaunt.
Take her shopping, you know Yves Saint Laurent.
But nope, she aint with it though.
All because she got her own dough.
Boss bossed if you dont know.
She could never ever be a broke hoe.

You dont own me.
I not just one of your many toys.
You dont own me.
Dont say I cant go, with other boys.

Dont tell me what to do.
And dont tell me what to say.
Please, when I go out with you.
Dont put me on display.

You dont own me.
Dont try to change me in any way.
You dont own me.
Dont tie me down cause Id never stay.

Dont tell me what to do.
And dont tell me what to say.
Please, when I go out with you.
Dont put me on display.

Really though, honestly.
I get bored of basic (no.)
Shes the baddest, straight up vicious, texting her asking her is shes alone and is she'd sent me pictures she said no (what?)
Well goddamn, she said come over and see it for yourself.
Never asking for your help, independent woman.
She aint for the shelf.

No, shes the one.
Smoke with her to the (ah.)
Staying up till we see the sun.
Baddest ever, I swear she do it better than I've ever seen it done.
Never borrow, she aint ever loan.
Thats when she told me she aint never ever ever ever gonna be owned.

I dont tell you what to say.
I dont tell you what to do.
So just let me be myself.
Thats all I ask of you.
Im young and I love to be young.
Im free and I love to be free.
To live my life the way I want.
To say and do whatever I please.

You dont own me.