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Atwood - Careless lyrics

Artist: Atwood

album: loverboy


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
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 'til 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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