Careless

Atwood

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    It was just one, lonely night inside of paradise
    Two, my home girl's house she won't shut up about this
    Three, way that she done had the other night
    Like four, give me I do not wanna hear 'bout that shit
    Five, middle finger five, middle finger five

    Fuckin' die
    Bitch you haunt my mind
    You know who you tryin'
    You know I'm
    So caught up in all this

    You know I think about us
    You know I ain't been honest
    You just tryna push your buttons
    Ooh, yeah, with that same old shit
    I'll make a song yeah yeah

    We'll be great again
    I dig myself my own grave
    But you don't fret to push me in
    And I know that I lost my way
    But you been a little less than a friend

    Yeah, yeah yeah, but she don't get that
    We don't kick back
    I'll move on when I get my shit back
    I'll move on in like 13 months
    When I don't got no songs to write about your bitch ass

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    Kiss ass not this time
    Caught flak double back to the west side
    Thought path like: Yeah, I'll get it next time
    Stay runnin' this cycle till it's dry
    And she said she couldn't care less

    And I don't think that made me careless
    (She said, she said, she said, she said, she said)
    And she said she couldn't care less
    And I don't think that made me careless
    (She said, she said, she said, she said, she said)

    A whole lotta shit
    Don't let me catch you walking through that metropolitan
    Spittin' all your hollow tips through all of my accomplishments
    I'm polishing a bottle off
    Baby, we could make a Molotov lookin' for that new flame

    I ain't superman, but I'm up to bat like Bruce Wayne
    Cop that D'use and we be off the gac
    Why you got that blue face baby
    Because you fuckin' two faced baby
    You said you kept one hundreds

    I kept hundred and one
    You wouldn't be a bright idea if you was under the Sun
    And see I try to steer clear but I been prone to missing exits
    Saw a better life, but merging can be hard when you're so reckless
    You the solar to my plexus

    Solo dolo if you ask me
    Double back on everything I say, take the back seat
    'Member last week
    We was fine we wasn't sweating
    But these days you'd think that hot yoga was my profession, shit

    And she said she couldn't care less
    And I don't think that made me careless
    (She said, she said, she said, she said, she said)
    And she said she couldn't care less
    And I don't think that made me careless
    (She said, she said, she said, she said, she said)

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