Letras
Fuck it, I'll talk to myself out loud
I'm my own best friend
Yeah, I got a zest for life
I could lose, always find again
Fuck it, I'ma take a detour from the high road
I think I'ma hit Fifth Ave on my high horse
I think I'ma soak in the rose with the sea salt
Then make these bags with my eyes closed
Baby, all these thoughts
I think I'ma choose to not give a fuck
It's just too much to do
You have all these thoughts
I think I'ma choose to not give a fuck
It's just too much to do
Sweet like syrup and I'm really in charge
I stay overdressed 'cause life is a bar
I know you want the spot, you don't know what it entails
I'm fully a boss down to the details
Curve your cause if it don't make sense
Diamond in the smooth with the gold accents
Paint new pics in my head, I don't want flashbacks
Had to hit the black 'cause I don't backtrack
Baby, all these thoughts
I think I'ma choose to not give a fuck
It's just too much to do
You have all these thoughts
I think I'ma choose to not give a fuck
It's just too much to do