Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Don't Care, artist - Illy. Album song The Chase, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.10.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: illy
Song language: English
We Don't Care |
| Picture me lose a wink of sleep |
| Over some forum user saying what they think of me |
| Literally away at least twice a week playing |
| The crowd noise counter every fucking word they’re saying |
| Long may it live, my long range is sick |
| Kick in the door with a footlong spliff |
| If it’s true what they say, loose lips sink ships |
| Fuckers, whole fleets must sleep with the fishes |
| Talk too motherfucking much (just like bitches) |
| Can’t accept this ain’t just about pictures |
| Now I ain’t got the time to give ya’s |
| So I’ma keep doing me, bring the old ways with ya |
| I love fanning flames, fuck what the risk is |
| They’re trying to maintain, trying to think big |
| I’m trying to do big, when my shit hits |
| Have you only fast forwarding when the disc skips |
| For all the love, the hate comes with em |
| One prop gained’s still one less given |
| Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing |
| Bring it in, now that you’re listening |
| We don’t care, get it right motherfucker |
| We don’t care, step to the side motherfucker |
| We don’t care, and you ain’t keeping us up |
| And all my people they ain’t giving a fuck, so go on, we don’t care |
| And its a crossed heart promise |
| My flow will keep getting colder till there’s shards of it |
| If life’s a bitch and all that, I’ma take my one chance to fuck the ass off her |
| Never call her back, hit my casket proper |
| Soon as I rock the stage, get your mind blown by it |
| Soon as I’m off the stage, get your iPhone primed |
| This my life, its how I’ve come so high |
| Blow a goddamn blizzard up in hell before this son don’t shine |
| And fuck game, I’ma fucking owner of mine |
| Ain’t no better broads at your shows than at mine |
| I still don’t need this to get me over the line |
| I fuck models man, they don’t even know that I rhyme |
| I cross borders, right now I’m like a couple horizons away |
| With girls who know all the words, but don’t get what they say |
| And I could give a flying fuck about pay |
| Life’s a beach mate, couldn’t even tell you the day |
| For all the love, the hate comes with em |
| One prop gained’s still one less given |
| Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing |
| Bring it in, now that you’re listening |
| We don’t care, get it right motherfucker |
| We don’t care, step to the side motherfucker |
| We don’t care, and you ain’t keeping us up |
| And all my people they ain’t giving a fuck, so go on, we don’t care |
| I heard word about town that we out |
| Like the house Aussie hiphop built couldn’t stand a little drought |
| Like somehow, the shit had changed round |
| Couch critics call the shots now? |
| Hold it, stop now |
| You’re fucking kidding right? |
| Y’all turn a blip into a crisis |
| We good, all I needs a stage and a liquor licence |
| I’m eating from a smaller pie, but it’s bigger slices |
| Big shoes to fill, one day I’ma fit the sizes |
| I’ma 6 foot high motherfucker |
| 25 this summer, something like my prime |
| Something like my stride with my rhymes |
| Give a fuck what the next man talk about mine, get it right mate |
| They ain’t a challenge, they cannon fodder |
| Take beats don’t rattle your teeth, they knock enamel off em |
| Rock my Obese 2 finger ring like a badge of honour |
| Illy Al, burn city, what, we back up on it |