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(Chorus) 1

Mr. Mr.Idgaf, can we roll. Mr.,Mr.Iddy can we get down.

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck.
Mr..Mr.Idgaf can we roll, Mr., Mr.Iddy when ya come round.
I don't give a fuck, i don't give a fuck..

Verse 1

Head be throbbing, troubles, I got em.
Guzzling them ghost, me and spirits got a problem.
Marry that with Mary jane, Call that girl my old flame.
Cheat on her, others drug mean nothing.
I be sweet on her.

Bottles, popping, Mega mouth of cotton.
Bunch of beers, shooting shots, Have me like,"Why notting".
Then I wake with nothing on. Sock, shoes, skivvies lawn.
Good time to take a jog, Ass crack, crack of dawn.

Six in the morn, buzzing, wasn't very smart of me.
Guzzle till Im green, bring out a bolder part of me.
Falling free.
dashing and dance with blitzing traffic.
Juke, Barry Sanders. Hood slide, Dukes of Hazards.
Genrally

Jumping when its time to go to work.
Hit home, all I need is some pants and a shirt.
Quick hit of dirt, Bag and I'm out the door.
Principles on my ass, Cant be late no more.

Chorus 2

Verse 2

I don't give a fuck, put your hands down, listen in.
Hung over again. Nobody talking till Ten.
Till then, sit your bad asses, Wonder how ya got here.
I'm a heavy drinker, hella high, and when I'm not here.

I be, back of the bar, or on the block.
A boss of them bullies, get you put up in a locker.
I'm not the, Text book teacher, instead.
Give you real eyes to realize the lies ya read.

The world lives unfair, the world does not care.
The world has lost hope, God is not there.
But your american teens, with American dreams.
Big screens, record deals and professional teams.

Super star, supped up car, House, model spouse.
High hopes, how ya living, down low, you in the outs.
Life gots ya like ouch.

Confessions, its time to learn.
Chilli be reality, time to let it burn.

(chorus 3) x 2

(I don't give a fuck) x4