Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I DON'T CARE, artist - Quadeca. Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I DON'T CARE |
| Everybody loves a winner-winner |
| Yeah! |
| I swear, they only love me when I’m not there |
| I know you trust me, but I don’t care |
| I swear that I don’t care |
| I know you love me, but I don’t care |
| You know I was born up at the top floor, uh |
| But I came out at a basement, uh |
| Mom wanted me to be a doctor, uh |
| But I came out as a patient, uh (Oh, oh) |
| Now I get a thousand DMs every day |
| I had a fan telling me that I saved him (For real) |
| Saying that he loving everything I make |
| And I couldn’t take a single second out my day to make his (Uh) |
| I’m just getting number every time (Yeah) I see my numbers |
| Every time I see the bottom, every time we see each other |
| Every time (Yeah) I pop a bottle, every time I hit the lotto |
| Every time I see tomorrow, I just really want another (Uh, uh) |
| I’m just stuck between the gutter in the rain, and the pain that I’m feeling |
| But it’s something in the same kinda vain, that I’m healing (Yeah) from |
| I wonder why I feel so little |
| 'Cause I ain’t been on the top, I think I’m somewhere in the middle, I swear- |
| Middle, yeah |
| I swear, they only love me when I’m not there (Everybody loves a winner-winner) |
| I know you trust me, but I don’t care (No) |
| I swear that I don’t care |
| I know you love me, but I don’t- (Care) |
| So what? |
| So what? |
| So what? |
| (What?) |
| Hole in my soul (Yeah), that shit looking like a donut, yeah |
| (Winner) You and me can laugh together |
| But, I don’t think that that’s gon' put it back together |
| I’ve been living like I’m stuck under the covers |
| I know this’ll make 'em proud, but I know they gon' need another And another, |
| and another, and another, and another |
| Like I’m DJ Khaled with a motherfuckin' stutter, 'kay |
| Yeah, today I woke up |
| Grabbed my phone to check the 'gram, I started scrolling |
| Got a message from a dude without a profile picture |
| Shit was long as fuck, I thought that he was trollin' |
| So I tried to swipe it out, but accidentally must of opened |
| I said, «Fuck it, guess I’ll read it now that’s it already loaded» |
| Had a sudden premonition, but it faded in the moment |
| So I focused, started reading, lemme' try my best to quote it |
| As he wrote it, it said: «My homie was a huge fucking fan |
| Used to play your shit every day |
| He struggled with depression |
| And he told me that the music was the thing that always set him straight |
| But I guess it must of gotten too much for him |
| Killed himself a couple months back, it’s felt so fucking long |
| But it reminded me of him when you popped up on my page |
| And I went and started listening to a couple songs, so… |
| …Keep doing you, bro» |
| He followed up with a post from his friend, it was a screenshot of my track |
| I clicked the profile full of «R.I.P."s |
| And the comments, shit, I couldn’t even stomach looking at |
| But all the sudden, in the instant, everything felt grimmer |
| Read the name again, and realized it sounded familiar |
| Clicked the DM, to see if he had talked to me before |
| Saw this was the same kid I consciously ignored (Every-) |
| A couple months ago |
| I swear, they only love me when I’m not there (!) (-body loves a winner-winner) |
| I know you trust me, but I don’t care (!) |
| I swear that I don’t care (No!) |
| I know you love me, but I don’t care (!) |
| Apathy |
| There’s no reason to be mad at me |
| That’s just how it has to be |