People Don't Care
People don't... People don't... People don't...
People don't care any more
People don't share any more
Seen it all sitting on a high horse
Yes, I was high of course
I'm just preparing you for
I'm just preparing you for
What they got in store
You can't find this in a store
I got all these ideas
But I just sit around em'
And then my cousin died
And I ain't do shit about it
I think about life
How stress has me surrounded
I'm talking to the mirror an my reflection is crowded
So then I wrote some Slump shit
For those that ever doubted
I'm never on that square shit
I guess i'm well rounded
So girl i'll house you
Like I sell houses
They say I lost my mind
I feel blessed because I found it
That's hard...
I don't care any more
I don't share any more
I could barely afford to try and carry a torch
It cost more to perform than it's worth just to tour
Buy a ticket to my city and my city is yours
Slump Lord, Saxophone, Trumpet, Drum Kit
Dumb shit
I don't got fucks to give but I got Something
Bet I got tree to roll
Bet I got beats that's swole
Pray to god for a better weak than a week ago
Go go go...
People don't care any more
People don't share any more
Seen it all sitting on a high horse
Yes, I was high of course
I'm just preparing you for
I'm just preparing you for
What they got in store
You can't find this in a store
I got all these ideas
But I just sit around em'
And then my cousin died
And I ain't do shit about it
I think about life
How stress has me surrounded
I'm talking to the mirror an my reflection is crowded
So then I wrote some Slump shit
For those that ever doubted
I'm never on that square shit
I guess i'm well rounded
So girl i'll house you
Like I sell houses
They say I lost my mind
I feel blessed because I found it
That's hard...
I don't care any more
I don't share any more
I could barely afford to try and carry a torch
It cost more to perform than it's worth just to tour
Buy a ticket to my city and my city is yours
Slump Lord, Saxophone, Trumpet, Drum Kit
Dumb shit
I don't got fucks to give but I got Something
Bet I got tree to roll
Bet I got beats that's swole
Pray to god for a better weak than a week ago
Go go go...
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Writer(s): Philip Agudelo
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