apathetic
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout nun
I'm gone in like three, two, one
To the next place
To the next thing
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout them
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout nun
I'm gone in like three, two, one
To the next place
To the next thing
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout them
Yeah, I think you should care less
These people not worth your time or your last breath
Yeah, it don't even make sense
'Cause you care about them but they care bout your damn bread
Toxic, bitch I'm counting money till my hands break
Yeah, I don't give a fuck about a handshake
I know you don't give a fuck about me, that's a fake face
You don't got to say another word, keep the damn change
Yeah, I let the phone ring
Like three, four times till I feel like fucking moving
Like who you fooling
You can try to play it cool but I know you're fuming
Yeah, I don't wanna waste my time on something that don't mean nun' to me
Yeah, I don't wanna waste my high on someone who's gon take my time and leave
Yeah, I gotta shut off the phone
I got people calling that I don't even know
Now you're talking too much, better lower your tone
Bitch I'm good by myself keep it under control
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout nun
I'm gone in like three, two, one
To the next place
To the next thing
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout them
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout nun
I'm gone in like three, two, one
To the next place
To the next thing
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout them
I'm gone in like three, two, one
To the next place
To the next thing
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout them
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout nun
I'm gone in like three, two, one
To the next place
To the next thing
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout them
Yeah, I think you should care less
These people not worth your time or your last breath
Yeah, it don't even make sense
'Cause you care about them but they care bout your damn bread
Toxic, bitch I'm counting money till my hands break
Yeah, I don't give a fuck about a handshake
I know you don't give a fuck about me, that's a fake face
You don't got to say another word, keep the damn change
Yeah, I let the phone ring
Like three, four times till I feel like fucking moving
Like who you fooling
You can try to play it cool but I know you're fuming
Yeah, I don't wanna waste my time on something that don't mean nun' to me
Yeah, I don't wanna waste my high on someone who's gon take my time and leave
Yeah, I gotta shut off the phone
I got people calling that I don't even know
Now you're talking too much, better lower your tone
Bitch I'm good by myself keep it under control
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout nun
I'm gone in like three, two, one
To the next place
To the next thing
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout them
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout nun
I'm gone in like three, two, one
To the next place
To the next thing
Yeah, I don't give a fuck bout them
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