I Don't Care

[Hook: Simple] I really hate to be like this, but I gotta let you know That I don't care I never really liked you much And I hope that you die slow And I won't care X2 [Verse 1: Mo-B] I'm gonna be straight up like a column They wanna grind and dance for that thing in ya pants You know, your wallet, the ho's high mileage And if she get the chance she'd put a stamp on more balls than Spalding Wants a romance that's symbolic So we made the headboard go back and forth like it had hydraulics She wants me to come... out of pocket I'm down for boot knocking but not shoe shopping Yo, please be cautious, I'm a heartbreaker, babe Gave her a defibrillator for Valentine's Day She swears I'll change but the truth is I'mma stay that old dog with new tricks And you, Miss, were gifted with angelic precision That made me religious to visits at parenthood clinics Bitches gonna love this track It ain't about them but they got homegirls like that [Hook] [Verse 2: Gold] It went down like this: drink in hand against the wall lit Observing suicide virgins and lipstick alcoholics Bodies beautiful but minds out past their curfew It's nothing unusual; just chickenheads with bird flu His famous lines, "Girl, I'll never hurt you" And with her faintest sigh she opens her thighs and pursues Afraid of rejection and scared to say no Flash the message: everything that glitters ain't gold Get too full of yourself? You'll break your halo Knock the stuffing out your egg roll Talking "I'm not a ho" and I'm like, "If you say so..." It's a dead giveaway when you got Mt. Hood dripping out ya nasal A woman scorned will tan until she's orange And starve herself until you can see her ribs form And I'm sure it's the little things that make you insecure as hell So I ask you, how can I care when you don't care about yourself? [Hook] [Verse 3: Only One] God made life simplistic: in the truce, someone cuffed their fist Seducing me with lipstick, two tongues and luscious lips (It's sadistic...) I don't know the truth, but I trust this kiss Even though I hit it, you don't love me--Cupid must've missed Sentences build heaps, your sentiment's still cheap Put your two cents in the sensitive silk sheets I grip your shed skin... heart, though tensive, it still beats She treads on every second that I held in Hell's been in your eyes, and I've painted it with ink On the inside of my eyes to see the devil when I blink She being strange or clever? Every lie through billowed breath In front of snakes we came together eating fruit the willow hexed Becoming vain is better than to kill your silhouette But those fallen angel feathers haven't filled my pillows yet I sleep on issues... those demons seem to miss you I'm too nice; it seems you someone to beat and pimp you Eden's blissful, why is it the evilness that gets you? On that tree, you'll find Adam and Eve's initials And knowledge was a sin on that tree that holds fruit Call me a sinner cause I ate and now I know the truth (And it hurts) But that's not what you believe in And you leaving me to be drug-free ain't a reason Just know, you and I could never live in Eden You can rip out my heart, but if I rip out your rib we're even Bitch!