I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, live fast die young Get the fuck out my face I cannot feel my face I don't want time, just face Put it all on her face I ain't gonna stop getting high Fuck that, look at me now It's been a

Stop talking, we can get along We can Marvin Gaye and get it on Where you want to be, I've been before Boy, you're so much better when you don't speak I don't need your little money I can put you under something Shh, say no more No, baby, you can't do it

I turn myself on yeah Mirror mirror on the wall Get into it Every time I look at me If the shoe fits (fits) Wear a bitch (bitch) Never mind, screw him Everyday I see myself

Going round and round Round and round Round and round Well your gonna miss me 'Cause I'm getting dizzy Boy, I need you here with me I'm falling hard for you All I can say we're We're never gonna stop

Do you believe in foresight? No matter what, you can't take what I've been through Imagine if I never went through what I went through Came, up, uh Ay, I want more Until I get it I won't slow I'm on tour Opening some brand new doors

Your my funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine, You make me smile with my heart, Your looks are laughable, un-photographical, Yet you´re my favorite work of art Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are

That's the time you must keep on trying Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile If you just smile Smile though your heart is aching Smile even though it's breaking When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by If you

Is it you? Is it you? Ay, can y'all turn my headphones down? Significantly? Cool, that's good It was super loud First of all, this shit about me I ain't made this shit for y'all, that's the damn thing I've been waiting pretty long to get on some shit and

I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out Each twin grab a arm pick this nigga up Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up I throw him up against the

We hold each other When the days get short Something happens when I hold her She keeps my heart from getting older and the nights get a little bit colder I miss the words we used to say I miss the sounds of yesterday I miss the games we used to play like