Like it's nothing to ya Don't you put me back down But you're still picking me up Don't put me back down like it's nothing to ya You're still picking me up You didn't give a fuck Underneath everything that's between Yeah, I'm undone, I'm 'bout to burst

Music do music do And then it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you too Your screams will whisper A lonely life where no one understands you But don't give up because the music do Because the music do Hang on you

Combat baby come back Combat baby come back baby Said it all before They try to kick it, their feet fall asleep Fight off the lethargy Don't go quietly Combat baby Said you would never give up easy Every mighty mild seventies child

Let me love you Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah I won't give up, nah-nah-nah Never let you go, never let you go now Never let you go, never let me down Never let you go Sean-da-Paul I gon' make them know Bieber on the flow

What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the start Taught me so many lessons How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions When this began we was the perfect match,

God and guns Was founded on Keep us strong That's what this country, lord Well we might as well give up and run, If we let 'm take our God and guns! Don't let 'em take Last night I heard this politician

Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up I don't even know if I give a fuck about anything Fuck me when the beat drop Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop Bleeding out my laptop Blood leaking out my laptop I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up I don't give a

I'ma fuck up my life Yeah right, yeah right But you know I don't mind Never give a single fuck about me Yeah, you bet she know that we ain't Never gonna be together, I see Yeah, you bet I go to see you when I'm feeling like a drum without a beat Yeah,

I'm high now, I'm high now (I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth) Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man I know you

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry Stick yo hand up like you guilty Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be So don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me So don't come to LA Don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me I don't give a fuck who you