I Don't Care Lyrics

Song	I Don't Care
Artist	Us3
Album	Say What!?
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	He was raised by the radio and television
	To earn his loot shoplifting and he's selling ism
	He never knew any better that's the way he's living
	You see his father's not around 'cause he went to prison
	He's got a mind state torn in a civil war
	And he's gonna solve all his problems at the liquor store
	He does what he wants, you tell him that it's immature
	But you can't handle all the places that he's been before
	Like watching his brother die from a stray bullet
	Trying to live a short life to the very fullest
	Gold chains, he's got a Range Rover with rims
	He's got a new leather jacket and a closet of Tims
	It's the American nightmare and you might care
	But he's a cold calculating con artist
	He's like, â€½Yeah? Come over hereâ€, bang and it's over tonight, yeah
	I guess you had it coming 'cause nobody here fights fair
	He's walking down the bombed out blocks without cops
	And gets props for telling fiends where to cop rocks
	Trust is a luxury and he's too cheap
	'Cause his moms is checking his pockets whenever he sleeps
	He's got a chip on his shoulder, a monkey on his back
	He needs to smoke weed so he started selling crack
	He's living in the struggle, he's used to despair
	You can look into his eyes and he's never scared, he's thinking
	I don't care
	She ran away from the pain at an early age
	From a father with a problem and a dirty place
	She tried school but the bars made it like a cage
	And she could make mad money from a pretty face
	Without a pimp she was raped by a group of guys
	And they laughed when she cried out to the sky
	But the stars and the heavens never intervened
	Now she's got a son even though she's seventeen
	In the scene she's a queen but it doesn't last
	When her boyfriends start paying her with crack
	In her dreams she can fly, now it's more than that
	She gets high every time she gets on her back
	Now the drug keeps calling, she can't escape
	Nobody wants to keep paying her the same rate
	Because it's not the same face, not the same waist
	But she needs even more of the same base
	She was forced to find a way to satisfy the urge
	She starts selling every gift that she ever earned
	And then she turns every trick that she's ever learned
	Lighting up the glass pipe until her fingers burned
	She's a fiend for the rock and she can't stop
	She tries to sell her own son when goes to cop
	And all the guys stop calling and they don't stare
	She's got a Jones for the dope and she won't share, she's thinking
	I don't care

	He was raised by the radio and television
	To earn his loot shoplifting and he' s selling ism
	He never knew any better that' s the way he' s living
	You see his father' s not around ' cause he went to prison
	He' s got a mind state torn in a civil war
	And he' s gonna solve all his problems at the liquor store
	He does what he wants, you tell him that it' s immature
	But you can' t handle all the places that he' s been before
	Like watching his brother die from a stray bullet
	Trying to live a short life to the very fullest
	Gold chains, he' s got a Range Rover with rims
	He' s got a new leather jacket and a closet of Tims
	It' s the American nightmare and you might care
	But he' s a cold calculating con artist
	He' s like, Yeah? Come over here, bang and it' s over tonight, yeah
	I guess you had it coming ' cause nobody here fights fair
	He' s walking down the bombed out blocks without cops
	And gets props for telling fiends where to cop rocks
	Trust is a luxury and he' s too cheap
	' Cause his moms is checking his pockets whenever he sleeps
	He' s got a chip on his shoulder, a monkey on his back
	He needs to smoke weed so he started selling crack
	He' s living in the struggle, he' s used to despair
	You can look into his eyes and he' s never scared, he' s thinking
	I don' t care
	She ran away from the pain at an early age
	From a father with a problem and a dirty place
	She tried school but the bars made it like a cage
	And she could make mad money from a pretty face
	Without a pimp she was raped by a group of guys
	And they laughed when she cried out to the sky
	But the stars and the heavens never intervened
	Now she' s got a son even though she' s seventeen
	In the scene she' s a queen but it doesn' t last
	When her boyfriends start paying her with crack
	In her dreams she can fly, now it' s more than that
	She gets high every time she gets on her back
	Now the drug keeps calling, she can' t escape
	Nobody wants to keep paying her the same rate
	Because it' s not the same face, not the same waist
	But she needs even more of the same base
	She was forced to find a way to satisfy the urge
	She starts selling every gift that she ever earned
	And then she turns every trick that she' s ever learned
	Lighting up the glass pipe until her fingers burned
	She' s a fiend for the rock and she can' t stop
	She tries to sell her own son when goes to cop
	And all the guys stop calling and they don' t stare
	She' s got a Jones for the dope and she won' t share, she' s thinking
	I don' t care

	He was raised by the radio and television
	To earn his loot shoplifting and he' s selling ism
	He never knew any better that' s the way he' s living
	You see his father' s not around ' cause he went to prison
	He' s got a mind state torn in a civil war
	And he' s gonna solve all his problems at the liquor store
	He does what he wants, you tell him that it' s immature
	But you can' t handle all the places that he' s been before
	Like watching his brother die from a stray bullet
	Trying to live a short life to the very fullest
	Gold chains, he' s got a Range Rover with rims
	He' s got a new leather jacket and a closet of Tims
	It' s the American nightmare and you might care
	But he' s a cold calculating con artist
	He' s like, Yeah? Come over here, bang and it' s over tonight, yeah
	I guess you had it coming ' cause nobody here fights fair
	He' s walking down the bombed out blocks without cops
	And gets props for telling fiends where to cop rocks
	Trust is a luxury and he' s too cheap
	' Cause his moms is checking his pockets whenever he sleeps
	He' s got a chip on his shoulder, a monkey on his back
	He needs to smoke weed so he started selling crack
	He' s living in the struggle, he' s used to despair
	You can look into his eyes and he' s never scared, he' s thinking
	I don' t care
	She ran away from the pain at an early age
	From a father with a problem and a dirty place
	She tried school but the bars made it like a cage
	And she could make mad money from a pretty face
	Without a pimp she was raped by a group of guys
	And they laughed when she cried out to the sky
	But the stars and the heavens never intervened
	Now she' s got a son even though she' s seventeen
	In the scene she' s a queen but it doesn' t last
	When her boyfriends start paying her with crack
	In her dreams she can fly, now it' s more than that
	She gets high every time she gets on her back
	Now the drug keeps calling, she can' t escape
	Nobody wants to keep paying her the same rate
	Because it' s not the same face, not the same waist
	But she needs even more of the same base
	She was forced to find a way to satisfy the urge
	She starts selling every gift that she ever earned
	And then she turns every trick that she' s ever learned
	Lighting up the glass pipe until her fingers burned
	She' s a fiend for the rock and she can' t stop
	She tries to sell her own son when goes to cop
	And all the guys stop calling and they don' t stare
	She' s got a Jones for the dope and she won' t share, she' s thinking
	I don' t care

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