WHO THE FUCK CARES?
Yeah I said
Yeah I said
Yeah I said
Yeah
Yeah I said no, put a fucking gun to my head
Funny thing about you is you worthless from the start
Not a waste, but a gain
Sipping on some drink, smoking on some weed
Call it a good day, is your pockets full
Full of dirt, praying for another way
Can you hear me barely breath, mutter all my words
Bury me six feet underground, only place that I dread
Only place that I dread
Only place I stay awake in the middle of the night
Sinking further into nothing, doubtful that I gotta get back up
Gotta get up on my own, wishing I could stay away
Wishing I could stay away
I could stay away, keep y'all in a better place
Pray to me, I'm your fate
Picking for, time without a fucking bitch
Stomach hurt, drug I took
Time don't make no fucking sense
They don't fuck with me
They don't fuck with me
They don't fuck with me no more, no
They don't fuck with me
They don't fuck with me
They don't fuck with me no more, no
Who the fuck tell you more, player haters got it from
All the pills don't add up to me veins
Barely got my standing straight
Walking, stumbling out the door, open tab
Fuck I'm gonna pay for
Turn a fucking blinker take a right
Same bitch that tried some shit, standing over in the dark
Got a couple hits, beat his shit
Pockets empty, mouth sore
Making no rights to the people that I know
But I don't give a fuck to get some care no more
What's it for, what's the point
Gotta know why the fuck you can't act right
Bitch
When it's all done I'm coming home
Take break, sit and sip, think of what I do
Get your hand, put up a 3
Call it mafia or the trio
Said I won't make a fool out my own self
Hope my point still clear
Bang, heard the walls fall down
Going down with them too
Hope it don't take me too far, breaking with it
Open case, finish up, sign the deal
Money tight, got it straight
Smoke a Jay after this, who the fuck cares
Yeah I said
Yeah I said
Yeah
Yeah I said no, put a fucking gun to my head
Funny thing about you is you worthless from the start
Not a waste, but a gain
Sipping on some drink, smoking on some weed
Call it a good day, is your pockets full
Full of dirt, praying for another way
Can you hear me barely breath, mutter all my words
Bury me six feet underground, only place that I dread
Only place that I dread
Only place I stay awake in the middle of the night
Sinking further into nothing, doubtful that I gotta get back up
Gotta get up on my own, wishing I could stay away
Wishing I could stay away
I could stay away, keep y'all in a better place
Pray to me, I'm your fate
Picking for, time without a fucking bitch
Stomach hurt, drug I took
Time don't make no fucking sense
They don't fuck with me
They don't fuck with me
They don't fuck with me no more, no
They don't fuck with me
They don't fuck with me
They don't fuck with me no more, no
Who the fuck tell you more, player haters got it from
All the pills don't add up to me veins
Barely got my standing straight
Walking, stumbling out the door, open tab
Fuck I'm gonna pay for
Turn a fucking blinker take a right
Same bitch that tried some shit, standing over in the dark
Got a couple hits, beat his shit
Pockets empty, mouth sore
Making no rights to the people that I know
But I don't give a fuck to get some care no more
What's it for, what's the point
Gotta know why the fuck you can't act right
Bitch
When it's all done I'm coming home
Take break, sit and sip, think of what I do
Get your hand, put up a 3
Call it mafia or the trio
Said I won't make a fool out my own self
Hope my point still clear
Bang, heard the walls fall down
Going down with them too
Hope it don't take me too far, breaking with it
Open case, finish up, sign the deal
Money tight, got it straight
Smoke a Jay after this, who the fuck cares
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Writer(s): Collin Rhodes
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