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Aww shit don't fuckin say that
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, hey
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, hey
If this the way, I'ma go the other way
Magic tricks out the hat, I pull out your brain
But it's okay, you're still alive
And accounted for, today is not the day
We put your body in the ground and make a grave
Bitch ass motherfucker, I'll fuck you up
My music and some bullshit lyrics for a gangsta
I'm more in the mood of flying to the moon and see if my shoes
Really make me jump higher in a different gravity
You still saying I can't do this
I've already said it so many times, fuck no
Dude don't say that shit man, just fucking don't
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, hey
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, hey
That would be some shit I would like to see unless
Y'all wanna see me get frisky with the V-O-C-A-L
I'm still me with the beats running through the trees
I ain't stopping until I cannot breathe
And I cannot see like a mushroom trip
Cannot perceive what is reality or a dream
This time I ain't going to sleep
Jumping over fences, counting the sheep in your dreams
What the fuck are you going on about?
Just don't say, just don't talk
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, hey
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, this time living it up
This time I don't give a fuck, hey
And I really don't, and I really don't
And I really don't have anything to say
And I really don't, and I really don't
And I really don't have anything to say
All the colors gray, makes me wanna pray
To a god or to a saint
As I fall down face first in the doorway
Hide away in the fucking safest place
Run as fast as a race, experimental mouse in a maze
By the way, looking for some cheese
Take a picture on the way, tell them freeze
Defrosting peas in a pod like I might see
I'm smoking too much weed, I visually see cartoon enemies
I'm issuing car fees to a legal frauds
Choking on all these weed tickets, take a seat
I'm like, breathe little bitch, have you never guaranteed
Safety bitch, you sleep when I see you
I don't know what that means
And I really don't, and I really don't
And I really don't have anything to say
And I really don't, and I really don't
And I really don't have anything to say
And I really don't, and I really don't
And I really don't have anything to say
And I really don't, and I really don't
And I really don't have anything to say
This time, I don't give a fuck
This time, living it up
This time, I don't give a fuck
This time, living it up
This time, I don't give a fuck, hey
This time, I don't give a fuck
This time, living it up
This time, I don't give a fuck
This time, living it up
This time, I don't give a fuck, hey