Choices

[Verse 1]
I don't wanna be vanilla, I wanna say fuck it
Fuck all of the billionaires and all of their puppets
Fuck the corporations making disease
Then selling you a pill like they be getting off on it
Pretty girls like me aren't meant to think
Too hard 'bout the state of the world we're in
Don't get me wrong I love my hair and fashion
But I also love a little goddamn compassion

[Chorus]
Like oh woah
Don't make me feel
I have to choose
Oh woah
Between a dream and speaking the truth

[Verse 2]
Truth is I can't see her
Old me, my memory gets weaker
Money's great, I want the cake and to eat her
But then I feel like I be missing something deeper
Oh I hear the cries
Then I hear my manager saying to not be so in the fight
To not be right, left or even signal a tie
To be so empty that a brand can draw on me how they like
To use my body like a billboard
Vacant inside
But don't you worry, couple years you'll say what you like
And do that volunteering shit
You dreamed of since you were five
Just get the deal, we just want a milli to seal
And campaign with the company you boycott's ideal
Just one more reel then go pull something real
Oh wait, the contract you signed
Clause five says you can't say how you feel
But hey don't complain you got money
You're privileged and lucky

[Chorus]
Like oh woah
Don't make me feel
I have to choose
Oh woah
Between a dream and speaking the truth
(The truth, the truth)

[Outro]
But hey
Who says it has to be that way?
Uh-uh
Not today