Drill sergeant, I got a word for you
I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
I'ma cash in beautiful books
I'm gonna get the Barnes and Nobles store (Barnes and Noble store)
You must think you're Orson Wells
And this is 1954
You don't understand liberty until
Someone speaks for y'all (someone speaks for y'all)

Shame on you
You say you served your country, while I'm young
Shame on you
Looks my mind up, handing me guns
Bye-bye Mom and Dad and all
Just incase there's failure
I could be blaming you
But I've got something to tell you

Drill sergeant, I got a word for you
I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
I'ma cash in beautiful books
I'm gonna get the Barnes and Nobles store (Barnes and Noble store)
You must think you're Orson Wells
And this is 1954
You don't understand liberty until
Someone speaks for y'all (someone speaks for y'all)

Aim on you
Level their buildings, destroy their soil
Aim on you
Did you finally figure where to run that oil?
Fuck it, why cry if a man should die
When there's probable failure?
Or I could just aim at you
But I got something to tell ya

Drill sergeant, I got a word for you
I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
I'ma cash in beautiful books
I'm gonna get the Barnes and Nobles store (Barnes and Noble store)
You must think you're Orson Wells
And this is 1954
You don't understand liberty until
Someone speaks for y'all (someone speaks for y'all)

Maybe there's another way
That we can bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump
Maybe there's another way
That we can bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump
Maybe there's another way
That we can bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump
Maybe there's another way
That we can bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump

Drill sergeant, I got a word for you
I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
I'ma cash in beautiful books
I'm gonna get the Barnes and Nobles store (Barnes and Noble store)
You must think you're Orson Wells
And this is 1954
You don't understand liberty until
Someone speaks for y'all (someone speaks for y'all)

Ohh, I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
Ohh, I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
Ohh, I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
Ohh, I'm not going to war

Hey

Hate when they call me superstar
Do I look like a superstar?
Yet unreachable and very far
Ever noticed I'm right here wit' y'all?
I cover my face because they do not need to see
I ain't no gangsta or no thug, I am just being me
The world smells of drama
So I cover up my nose
The faces like film leavin' out too long, gets overexposed
Getting praised by magazines
From the girlfriends in my clothes
I hope they still love me when I shun away 'cause I am afraid to blow

Want war?
(Well) War We'll give
(We'll be rocking this) Bandana
(Well) So you can't see shit

Now the fear of blowing up
Definitely takes it's toll
It sends it's demons down to your mind to take control
If it thinks it's got my mind
It better think again
I got the pleasure of the piano and this powerful pen
But you (you!)
You want fifteen minutes to shine, what's your concept?
What's so interesting? What's your desire?
Soon as you get your cover story
And your precious headlines
So sorry, so sorry, so sorry
They'll just fuck you from behind

Want war?
(Well) War we'll give
(We'll be rocking this) Bandana
(Well) So you can't see shit

I don't wanna blow up
I'm smiling 'cause I know
All the pieces that make me me will glisten from my soul
My self-esteem is not a fake
It comes from within
Come and take a picture
I'll sign whatever you want my friend
Still (still)
Still (still)
Yeah
War

Want war?
(Well) War we'll give
(We'll be rocking this) Bandana
(Well) So you can't see shit

Want war?

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Writer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell L. Williams