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i dont care





I really hate to be like this but, I gotta let you know, that I don't care.
I never really liked you much and I hope that you die slow and I won't care. x2

(Mo-B)
I'm gonna be straight up
like a column, they wanna grind and dance
for that thing in ya pants,
You know ya wallet, The hoe's high mileage
and if she get the chance she'd put a stamp on more balls than Spalding.
Whats a romance thats symbolic.
So we made the headboard go back n forth like it had hydraulics.
she wants me to come, out of pocket,
I'm down for boot knocking but not shoe shopping
yo, please be cautious
I'm a heartbreaker babe,
gave her a difibulator for valentines day
She swears I'll change but the truth is
i'm a stay that old dog with new tricks and you miss,
were gifted with angelic precision
that made me religious to visits at parenthood clinics
B*****s gonna love this track,
it aint about them but they got home girls like that, gya.

I really hate to be like this but, I gotta let you know, that I don't care.
I never really liked you much and I hope that you die slow and I won't care. x2

(gold)

It went down like this
drink in hand against the wall lit
observing suicide virgins and lipstick alcoholics
body's beautiful but minds out past there curfew
it's nothing unusual
just chicken heads with bird flu
his famous lines
"girl I'll never hurt you"
and with her faintest sigh she opens her thighs and pursues.
afraid of rejection and scared to say NO.
flash the message everything that glitters ain't gold
get to full of yourself you'll break your halo
knock the stuffing out ya eggroll
talking..
"I'm not a hoe" and I'm like "if ya say so"
it's a dead giveaway when you got mt. hood dripping out ya nasal.
a woman scorned will tan until she's orange
and starve herself until you can see her ribs form.
i'm sure it's the little things that make you insecure as hell.
so I ask you
"how can I care when you don't care about yourself?"

I really hate to be like this but, I gotta let you know, that I don't care.
I never really liked you much and I hope that you die slow and I won't care. x2

(Only One)

god made life simplistic
in the truce someone cuff their fist
seducing me with lipstick two tongues and luscious lips
it's sadistic...
I don't know the truth, but I trust this kiss
even though I hit it you don't love me
cupid must of missed
sentences build heaps, your sentiments still cheap
put your 2 cents, in these sensitive silk sheets
I grip your shed skin, heart though tense of it still beats
she treads on every second that I held in
hells been in your eyes and I painted with ink
on the inside of my eyes to see the devil when I blink.
she being strange or clever
every lie through bellowed breath
in front of snakes we came together eating fruit the willow hexed
becoming vain is better than to kill your silhouette
but those fallen angel feathers haven't filled my pillows yet
I sleep on issues, those demons seem to miss you
I'm to nice it seems you someone to beat and pimp you
Eden's blissful, why is it the evilness that gets you.
On that tree you'll find adam and eve's initials
knowledge was a sin on that tree that holds fruit
call me a sinner because I ate and now I know the truth
and it hurts..
but thats not what you believe in
and you leaving me to be drug free ain't a reason
just know, you and I could never live in Eden.
You can rip out my heart
but if I rip out your rib we're even.

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