THEY DON'T CARE Lyrics

Your girl is cute but you know mine is cuter

I feel like Drizzy on First Person Shooter

Big as the Super Bowl with all the moola

I'm tryna be calm and rested like Buddha

Don't get invested if you not a looter

I feel depressed when I'm on my computer

People be talking and yapping on screens

Tryna dissect what I think it all means

Energy's dirty, I'm tryna get clean

Reassess boundaries and my self esteem

All of it mounting and building on me

Tryna find ways to seek out my relief

When I write bars I can feel it melting

Guess it's a way to calm my inner being

People ignore all the bars that I spit

Wondering times is it even worth it

People want hooks, they do not give a shit

No matter how much my heart is in this

Rappers be turning to country and pop

Chasing the trends, I wish it would stop

I'm just out here doing all that I love

Hoping I'll find a sign up from above

Simple flow, tryna cut through all the noise

When it was wordy, it fell through the void

Maybe this time you'll hear in my voice

Maybe this time you'll hear I'm annoyed

Tryna compete with guys like a John Summit

Hip hop is dying, I'm feeling it plummet

It is depressing man, cause I just love it

Wondering if I'm a fool to still bump it

Music I listened to, back as a kid

Ye, Dot, and Cole, that trio's legit

Now I feel old, like Leo in this

Wondering if I'm still real to them kids

Should I be trying to further my sound

Forget all these bars, they nothing profound

Am I neglecting my art like the clown

Are all these voices real when I feel down

Guess I just feel like I'm talking to walls

Nobody listens, they wish I would fall

I seek relief with these girls that I call

But some of em want me to buy em a mall

They do not give a shit if I did stay

Or packed it all up and faded away

Sometimes I'm tryna get faded today

To melt away all of the pain in my brain

And I suspect that this might be depression

Talk to the mic like a priest in confession

Talk to em like it's a toast at a wedding

But sometimes I fear of the message embedded

Not to be yapping, I know this a ramble

Want someone to listen, I know it's a gamble

Soup for the soul, this shit is like Campbell's

Tryna make sure that I'm getting all angles

I don't wanna change, I wanna stay true

I wanna make all this music for you

Or maybe for me, and my self esteem

To manifest all of the things I will be

They don't, care

They don't, care

What I, rap

Or what I, wear

They don't care

They don't care

Make for me

Or make for you