1 v- and she say she got to know me enough to show me her stuff cause she like it rough but i don't know if it's my thing, or if she like the cock thing an bling thing so bad i'll end up in sing sing sad an bein' had an minus all glad but ya don't care, don't care... 2 v- her world is too filled with thrills an bills to the big dollar love holler sex collar, but i'm just a fella who'd like to tell her that real life is bigger an i ain't the knigga who'll pull her trigger just like the cops who stop us an pop us an strap us an bust a cap in steel cage white rage low wage monkey jobs an ya don't care, don't care... c- it seem like you just don't care... it seem like you just don't care... don't care... 3 v- the foundation of mass communication is just a vacation to a nation where station has meaning to the left handed gleaning of soil an sorrow to toil an borrow what roils within the sin of a dominating worldview where bigger is better an law is the letter that shackles an fetters while jet-setters fly high an stay there an ya don't care, don't care... 4 v- and in the end these words like birds fly sky high while i'm lick lovin' push shovin' my jimmy in her oven, as day breaks an the world shines in a fun glass so fine that i can't find my sisters an brothers and fathers an mothers separate an date rape caught on videotape in the 7-11 heaven of biggies eye in the sky apple pie where kids cry and ya don't care, well... c- 5 v- and this hop ain't meant to be lyrical satirical empirical or some miracle of mazes an phrases so hollow a bloodhound can't follow, the hole in my soul so wide it could eat the whole sky, till gettin' over's gone supernova i can't cry an know why cause i can't get high when we don't care, don't care... c-

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