Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Care What Ya'll Think, artist - Dave B.. Album song Tomorrow, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 21.07.2016
Record label: Goodrich & Gold, PCA
Song language: English
I Don't Care What Ya'll Think |
| Yea, I don’t care what y’all think about me |
| Y’all thinking 'bout me |
| That’s cool with me |
| And I don’t know what you believe in now |
| But be patient girl |
| They not through with me |
| I want bad girls and all the gold |
| But then I sold my soul |
| The name woken up |
| You should know |
| That I’m finna wild |
| Cause for a minute now |
| I’ve been broke as fuck |
| I’m bad |
| To the bone |
| Got my own |
| Put this flannel on |
| They only fuck |
| With them girls |
| That smoke all alone |
| And listening Channel Orange |
| Not perfect at all |
| Now you know we not the same |
| Someone say come as you are |
| I say well what if I change |
| I say well what if I wonder |
| Wearing a fuck from we came |
| Whatever works for you baby |
| I know you stuck in your ways |
| I’ve been cul-de-sac since before y’all know |
| My old bitches tryna dim my glow |
| It’s messy, niggas tryna come back stage |
| Make less sense then when I play their show |
| Yeah, sure, got time |
| I could fuck with you but I’m still bout this grind |
| She show me love and choke the blood, man I don’t mind |
| Out here searching for what we might never find |
| Wasting time |
| And don’t got time |
| I could fuck with you but I’m still bout this grind |
| She show me love and choke the blood, man I don’t mind |
| Out here searching for what we might never find |
| Wasting time |
| Ya, I know she good for the spirit |
| I heard she bad for your pockets |
| That woman good for the feeling |
| Fuck 'round and pay for your parking |
| Fuck 'round and dismiss the mission |
| I say we skip the whole party |
| Give private shows, suck some oysters |
| Enjoy the fuck out this Mahi |
| I got more than a Netflix |
| Say, name some shit that’s on-demand |
| When I buy and don’t rent it |
| She look at me like I’m the man |
| Pussy lick like the faucet |
| I be the plumber, pay the man |
| And I don’t leave shit to fade |
| I think I, think I, think I can, aye |
| Is off to concentrate |
| That boy never had no luck |
| And like my credit |
| All my women |
| All just be bad as fuck |
| God got a blueprint for me |
| On a shoe-string budget |
| Got cleansed by the water |
| Well my shoes still muddy |
| Too chill for the drama |
| Too good for these bitches |
| And we way overreacting |
| Been tryna channel the Hendrix |
| I won’t hole out my way |
| How you feel is not my fault, shit |
| All that glitters might’ve gold in the middle |
| But oh so cold is your fall |
| Baby you only ever hear me when you be done with illness |
| Only ever leave the cul-de-sac and some cigarettes |
| Y’all too into this thing |
| Too all familiar with self |
| I don’t want to be homies |
| I’m not too fond of your help |
| Be with my kinfolk out the window |
| Fuck agenda’s and your intro |
| This is strictly from the grind |
| I owe you nothing, I don’t get you |
| And he still give a fuck |
| What you think 'bout em |
| She can’t even get a bless you or a drink out em |
| I was good till I got it bad, shit |
| We was cool till I got you mad, girl |
| And I never switched the protocol, but |
| You say I’m childish but I’m fond of that, say |
| I don’t care what y’all think about me |
| Y’all thinking 'bout me |