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I could give a fuck, do what I want
I could give a shit 'bout who you do
When it comes to me, I'll never front
When it comes to C.R.E.A.M, I gotta move
Got a lot of dreams 'bout it
Got a lot to see, got a lot to be
Doubtin' ain't gon' do me good
If you gotta shout to be about it
Then I gotta move around it, got way too much to lose
I want to be inspired but you chattin' through the wire
Baby, I cannot refuse
Purpose is much higher than the turbulence and fire
Passion ignite my fuse
Tonight I choose
To let you go
I could give a fuck 'bout all the love you used to show
Baby, please just give it up
I caught your bluff, God let me know
Everything you touched just turned the opposite of gold
I could give a fuck, do what I want
I could give a shit 'bout who you do
When it comes to me, I'll never front
When it comes to C.R.E.A.M, I gotta move
'Cause there's no more excuses
Can't not pursue this, can't misuse this power in soul
I done met my final hour a couple times, the Reaper knows
Mode set to 'Survival, even in my sweet abode
I was suicidal, even when you hit my phone
And nobody knew it
Nobody knew it, own body ruined
Blood seeped through my clothes
Tried to scrape the pain away
Ain't pop no pills, still did the most
Toast to all them days I sat with blades for feeling low
Smoked 'til I would fade away
Since then, I've been on go
Got a lot of dreams 'bout it
Got a lot to see, got a lot to be
Doubtin' ain't gon' do us good
If we gotta shout to be about it
Then we gotta move around it, got way too much to lose
You want to be inspired but you chattin' through the wire
Baby, I cannot refuse
Purpose is much higher than the turbulence and fire
Passion ignite our fuse
Tonight I choose to let us go
I could give a fuck 'bout any C you think you know
Please just give it up, it gets tougher the more you hold
Please, don't call my bluff, baby, you've seen how I explode
I could give a fuck, do what I want
I could give a shit 'bout who you do
When it comes to me, I'll never front
When it comes to C.R.E.A.M, I gotta move
I could give a fuck, do what I want
I could give a shit 'bout who you do
When it comes to C, God never fronts
When it comes to C.R.E.A.M, I gotta move