I Don’t Care What Ya’ll Think

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Outro] I don't care what y'all think about me Y'all thinking 'bout me