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Look, I don't know (I don't know)
 Why and which way I should go
 But I don't care about nada
 Your fear and despair ain't my product, ayy
 And though the road is cold (road is cold)
 My toes stay warm, my soles made of gold
 Still puffing on marijuana
 I'm gon' close my eyes when I wanna
 (R-A-V) Ayy
 These numbers won't feed your ego forever (nah)
 The hole within you goes deeper than ever (yeah)
 Reason been fleeting the people (yeah)
 Cheated, mistreated, it's feeble (yeah)
 Tweeting to reason an evil (yeah)
 Perceived as the truth or see-through
 But that's what we do
 That's the new groove, apparently
 Truth on the news look like YouTuber parody
 And either you partake in the fruits of calamity
 Or get cooked on the side in a soup full of apathy
 We seem to struggle with non-binary dilemmas
 Seeing colors between the lines, we hide from them forever
 Then highlighting endeavors way inconvenient for our narratives
 But we so bewildered when some see through all our arrogance
 Look, I got no time
 To be fucking with y'all
 You suckas shut, withdraw
 And they say I don't get it but I get it, I get it, I got it
 I don't care about anything, anything that I oughta, but
 Look, I don't know (I don't know)
 Why and which way I should go
 But I don't care about nada
 Your fear and despair ain't my product, ayy
 And though the road is cold (road is cold)
 My toes stay warm, my soles made of gold
 Still puffing on marijuana
 I'm gon' close my eyes when I wanna, ayy
 Yo, it's been a couple minutes since I stopped keeping count
 We used to burn tree and like, not leave the house
 Now it's all gucci, bump Gucci in the whip
 Whole lotta gang shit, I'm so schooly with the shits
 I ain't tripping, I used to do my fair share of falling down
 Man, that's so Bill to make an air chair to walk around (hehe)
 Imaginary places
 Dropped a little acid, start acting very basic next thing
 Hit 'em with the check swing, a new sound
 Best kind of move with the slowest kind of cooldown
 Hoe I'm Majin Buu'd now, what about the Dragon Balls?
 The last two sagas, they were not about the Dragon Balls
 Acting raw sushi on a bed of rice
 Brain fucked up, now I gotta learn my lessons twice
 Feeling something like a masochist
 Life's panning out like the dumbest kind of disaster flick
 It's crazy, all my days lazy
 PlayerUnknown, everybody tryna play me
 I'm just background noise, with my background voice
 Shit is subtle as a brick
 Let's make these raps sound coy, I spit sickness
 See homie, you are not woke
 Try to fucking sub me, I be flying off the top rope
 That's elbow drops
 I think I'm Shawn Michaels
 Fresh Velcro shots
 I'm fresh to death, that's on Bible, I don't buy it
 Look, I don't know (I don't know)
 Why and which way I should go
 But I don't care about nada
 Your fear and despair ain't my product, ayy
 And though the road is cold (road is cold)
 My toes stay warm, my soles made of gold
 Still puffing on marijuana
 I'm gon' close my eyes when I wanna, ayy
 

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Duration
03:33
Key
10
Tempo
92 BPM

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