We Don’t Care

Yeah picture me lose a wink of sleep
Over some forum user saying what
They think of me
Literally away at least twice a week playing
The crowd noise counter every
Fuckin' word they're saying
Long may it live, my long range is sick
Kick in the door with a footlong spliff
If it's true what they say
Loose lips sink ships
Fuckers, whole fleets must sleep
With the fishes talk too motherfuckin' much
(just like bitches) they can't accept this
(ain't just about pictures)
Now I ain't got the time to give
Ya's so I'ma keep doing me
Bring the old ways with ya
I love fanning flames, fuck what the risk is
They're trying to maintain
Trying to think big
I'm trying to do big, when my shit hit's
Have you only fast forwarding
When the disc skips, fuckers

For all the love, the hate comes with it
One prop gained's still one less given
Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing
Bring it in, now that you're listening
We don't care, get it right motherfucker
We don't care, step to the side motherfucker
We don't care, and you ain't keeping us up
And all my people they ain't giving
A fuck, so go on, we don't care

And it's a crossed heart promise
My flow will keep getting colder
'til there's shards of it
If life's a bitch and all that
I'ma take my one chance to
Fuck the arse off her
Never call her back, hit my casket proper
Soon as I rock the stage
Get your mind blown by it
Soon as I'm off the stage
Get your iPhone primed
This my life, it's how I've come so high
Blow a goddamn blizzard up in hell
Before this sun don't shine
And fuck game, I'ma fuckin' owner of mine
Ain't no better broads at your
Shows than at mine
I still don't need this to
Get me over the line i fuck models man
They don't even know that I rhyme
I cross borders
Right now I'm like a couple horizons away
With girls who know all the words
But don't get what they say
And I could give a flying fuck about pay
Life's a beach mate
Couldn't even tell you the day

For all the love, the hate comes with it
One prop gained's still one less given
Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing
Bring it in, now that you're listening
We don't care, get it right motherfucker
We don't care, step to the side motherfucker
We don't care, and you ain't keeping us up
And all my people they ain't giving
A fuck, so go on, we don't care

I heard word about town that we out
Like the house Aussie hip-hop built
Couldn't stand a little drought
Like somehow, the shit had changed round
Couch critics call the shots now? Hold it
Stop now
You're fucking kidding right? Y'all turn
A blip into a crisis we good
All I need's a stage and a liquor licence
I'm eating from a smaller pie
But it's bigger slices big shoes to fill
One day I'ma fit the sizes
I'ma six foot high motherfucker
Twenty five this summer
Something like my prime
Something like my stride with my rhymes
Give a fuck what the next
Man talk about mine, get it right mate
They ain't a challenge, they cannon fodder
Taku beats don't rattle your teeth
They knock enamel off em
Rock my Obese two-finger ring
Like a badge of honour, Illy
Al, burn city, what, we back up on it

For all the love, the hate comes with it
One prop gained's still one less given
Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing
Bring it in, now that you're listening
We don't care, get it right motherfucker
We don't care, step to the side motherfucker
We don't care, and you ain't keeping us up
And all my people they ain't giving
A fuck, so go on, we don't care