You Don’t Own Me — Grace feat. G-Eazy

You don’t own me
You don’t own me

Woah, let’s go
But I’m Gerald
And I can always have just what I want
She’s that baddest I would love to flaunt
Take her shopping
You know, Yves Saint Laurent
But nope, she ain’t with it though
All because she got her own dough
Boss bossed if you don’t know
She could never ever be a broke . . .

You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys

Don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display
You don’t own me
Don’t try to change me in any way

You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down ’cause I’d never stay
Don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display

Really though, honestly
I get bored of basic . . .
She’s the baddest straight up vicious
Texting her asking her
If she’s alone and if she’d sent some pictures
She said no (what?)

Well . . . she said come over and see it for yourself
Never asking for your help
Independent woman
She ain’t for the shelf
No, she’s the one
Smoke with her till the . . . is gone
Stayin’ up until we see the sun
Baddest ever, I swear she do it better
Than I’ve ever seen it done
Never borrow, she ain’t ever loan
That’s when she told me she ain’t
Never ever ever ever gonna be owned

I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you

I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please
Hey hey (you don’t own me) oh, no

Don’t you, don’t
You don’t own me

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Jonathan Archer is an editorial contributor to Lee Legal. He is currently pursuing a degree in international relations and lives in Alexandria, Virginia.