I Don't Care What Ya'll Think - Dave B.

Yea, I don’t care what y’all think about me

Y’all thinking 'bout me

That’s cool with me

And I don’t know what you believe in now

But be patient girl

They not through with me

I want bad girls and all the gold

But then I sold my soul

The name woken up

You should know

That I’m finna wild

Cause for a minute now

I’ve been broke as fuck

I’m bad

To the bone

Got my own

Put this flannel on

They only fuck

With them girls

That smoke all alone

And listening Channel Orange

Not perfect at all

Now you know we not the same

Someone say come as you are

I say well what if I change

I say well what if I wonder

Wearing a fuck from we came

Whatever works for you baby

I know you stuck in your ways

I’ve been cul-de-sac since before y’all know

My old bitches tryna dim my glow

It’s messy, niggas tryna come back stage

Make less sense then when I play their show

Yeah, sure, got time

I could fuck with you but I’m still bout this grind

She show me love and choke the blood, man I don’t mind

Out here searching for what we might never find

Wasting time

And don’t got time

I could fuck with you but I’m still bout this grind

She show me love and choke the blood, man I don’t mind

Out here searching for what we might never find

Wasting time

Ya, I know she good for the spirit

I heard she bad for your pockets

That woman good for the feeling

Fuck 'round and pay for your parking

Fuck 'round and dismiss the mission

I say we skip the whole party

Give private shows, suck some oysters

Enjoy the fuck out this Mahi

I got more than a Netflix

Say, name some shit that’s on-demand

When I buy and don’t rent it

She look at me like I’m the man

Pussy lick like the faucet

I be the plumber, pay the man

And I don’t leave shit to fade

I think I, think I, think I can, aye

Is off to concentrate

That boy never had no luck

And like my credit

All my women

All just be bad as fuck

God got a blueprint for me

On a shoe-string budget

Got cleansed by the water

Well my shoes still muddy

Too chill for the drama

Too good for these bitches

And we way overreacting

Been tryna channel the Hendrix

I won’t hole out my way

How you feel is not my fault, shit

All that glitters might’ve gold in the middle

But oh so cold is your fall

Baby you only ever hear me when you be done with illness

Only ever leave the cul-de-sac and some cigarettes

Y’all too into this thing

Too all familiar with self

I don’t want to be homies

I’m not too fond of your help

Be with my kinfolk out the window

Fuck agenda’s and your intro

This is strictly from the grind

I owe you nothing, I don’t get you

And he still give a fuck

What you think 'bout em

She can’t even get a bless you or a drink out em

I was good till I got it bad, shit

We was cool till I got you mad, girl

And I never switched the protocol, but

You say I’m childish but I’m fond of that, say

I don’t care what y’all think about me

Y’all thinking 'bout me