Never gave a fuck, ain't nothing bout me changed
High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait
By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line
Worried about losing you you ain't even mine
Ya know nothing bout me
Bitch, i might make you my baby
Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet
I don't really care about it, so, i ain't worried
Nowadays i reminisce on when all i worried bout was grades/
Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
Your worried i'm tearing myself apart
Real words...elegant: a piece of art
It's all for the thought of havin' more than required
Ya'll so worried whether i can say the n word
I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth
3 in the morning worried you have a noose
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