Swift - DontWanna lyrics

I cut ya shorter than ya average skirt So tell me something that I haven't heard On a mission fishing for the words An angler angered by your missing verbs You lack action and boy I been there Show me that pa**ion if its in there Ensnared arresting rhythms got the best of me Turn up the beat add the heat I got the recipe Expect the best from me cuz thats what I expect from me And if you not the best then why the f** you standing next to me Slide, and pipe down with the ra-ra Mr. Swing bring it real smooth like the cha-cha Ha, had to laugh myself They got bigger bank accounts but got half my wealth That speaks volumes, it wouldn't fit on a shelf They call a spade a spade but you can suit yourself I don't wanna leave yet, no, no I don't But best believe that I will Think what you wanna think But, Its only me that knows how I feel (What's it feel like?!) Feels like, a weights been lifted And I been lifting just to lift it I got lifted then my vision was vivid Ventriloquist I make'em say I'm terrific sh**, well that should be easy Just gotta find competition who can actually see me I make it look easy, you think you can do that Spit a silky rhythm lace it over the boom bap Well do that, then step in the ring No pulling punches no checking your swing This is heavyweight, best to get that sh** very straight Call ya moms and tell her you'll be very late I'm schooling kids like tuition I'm the student, teacher, principal, and the dean of admission No submission, but hold tight You'll see the light, if you listen I don't wanna leave yet, no, no I don't But best believe that I will Think what you wanna think But, Its only me that knows how I feel (Who dis is?!) Swing, known to catch infectious rhythms Who's the best is evident whoever next I k**'em Grill'em, having them end up in a kid's meal These chickens tender, I'll eat'em but would the kids feel For real, why make'em suffer though the tastelessness When only a handful even keeping a pace like this A place like this, with all the glitz and glamour Its only wish is for thick chicks and hammers Big whips and fresh grits from grandma The truth hits like a bad mamajamma Don't know crap about what I rap about but I bet you Holly would Please believe if you don't or won't then I bet you Hollywood I know whats real like its hooked to my mouth Nasty flow, oh f** I threw up in my mouth Fo sho mama's try giving f**s to me now Pockets is green so panties soaking up for me nowww I don't wanna leave yet, no, no I don't But best believe that I will Think what you wanna think But, Its only me that knows how I feel