I.D.O.N.T.G.I.V.E.A.F.U.C.K. I want to go out dancing but they will not let me go
Throw my hands up in the air and stomp my feet upon the floor
but these obligations, obligations, weighing down on me
so I think it's time that I.D.O.N.T.G.I.V.E. Got sh** to clean, got things to feed, got a book to write, got some rules to fight
But these sparkle dancing shoes need their pretty flashing lights (Nadia G): No gods no masters, I'm y own disaster. Neither former nor latter, just climbing Jacob's ladder