blue moon Lyrics

Will the DJ play the tunes I like

All through the fucking night?

And will you pursue the lust

I showed to you that's in my eyes?

I just wanna move, I just wanna groove

I just wanna show you what to do

I just wanna move, I just wanna groove

I just wanna show you what to do

That blue moon

Aye-yo, been a while

But I'm back into my element, huh?

Really wild how I come in with that elegant walk

Pretty smile and they know I got intelligent talk

You could be the greatest poet ever stumbled across

But you can't persuade the nation lacking relevant font

And you can't talk to the people if you haven't evolved

Confidence is fabricated, 'cause you wanna be God

King, queen, princess, got the citizens lost

Kids are living on the internet

Where innocence rot

Then internalize behavior

Of the idols they love

Over-glittered, over-glamoured

Is the life that they flaunt

''Dad, I need to be a star''

''Mom, it's all that I want''

Yeah and then the therapy'll tell you

Why they acting a fraud

Why they haven't been themselves

Why they so nonchalant

'Cause what the media say must be true

'Cause we stuck in the cage, what's to do?

Will the DJ play the tunes I like

All through the fucking night?

And will you pursue the lust

I showed to you that's in my eyes?

I just wanna move, I just wanna groove

I just wanna show you what to do

I just wanna move, I just wanna groove

I just wanna show you what to do

That blue moon

Yeah

But nobody listens

If what you're saying

Threatens the ignorant bliss that they stay in

Pop pop the bottle

Pop on occasion

Pop this, they pop that

I pop out the Matrix

Psycho, psychology

Puppets that play tricks

Fume out the ears

When they heard Lamar say this

Your favorite rapper isn't your savior

Your favorite rapper is just in your playlist

I, I put my pen to the paper, there's a disconnect

The perfectionist got something that is missing

Yet, I can't acknowledge it or interject

I can't call art I'm making ''incorrect''

I treat the painter with a thin reject

I'm thinking that it's indirect

But I still throw the rug out under me

And scream for facts

The subjectivity is killing me

'Cause freedom lacks

The kind of boundaries that keep you on a cleaner path

I got the paradox of choice creeping in my bed

So as I'm sleeping new ideas coming in collect

I got defense mechanisms packed

Behind like every word I've ever said

I take the armor off and let it rest

I take back all of this poetic text

Until you realize what you've left for dead

'Cause my art don't beg!

Not for screen time

Not for more minutes

Not for headlines

And not for your critics, uh

Will the DJ play the tunes I like

All through the fucking night?

And will you pursue the lust

I showed to you that's in my eyes?

I just wanna move, I just wanna groove

I just wanna show you what to do

I just wanna move, I just wanna groove

I just wanna show you what to do

That blue moon

Hey lieve Nur

Het is hartstikke laat mop

Kom je zo?