DGAF

It is so cold, no my body is fine
It’s how I’m feeling inside
That’s annoying my
Vibe Got a letter from here, another email
From there Now whom I gonna listen to
When it comes to grind Unfortunately
I’m already committed to changing Now who to
Blame when no one else is giving

There’s so much room for it

Don’t Give a FUCK hand on heart
I know what you need baby
Listen to me speak yeah

I remember the words from my old man
Yet my patience for some reason is
Running low it's on empty
(yeah) Only you look out for yourself then
It obvious to me that
Your taking never giving
Continue to put the blame on me
You continue to put the shame on me
I’m not hesitant
To tell you your shit has no substance
Legitimate, it's not just me
The tribe has spoken
Desperate, corporate, cornered, culprit

There’s so much room for it

Don’t Give a FUCK hand on heart
I know what you need baby
Listen to me speak yeah