I Don’t Give A…
punk, pop, guitar, angry, 1990’s Hard RockLyrics
I don’t give a…
I don’t give
I don’t give a
I don’t give
I don’t give a
I don’t give a mother *beep*
a single *beep*
come play with me…
I said
come court the freak
night will take a turn…
for that dollar bill the body work
sliding sideways
sexually induced smirks
high as a kite
that right I’ve earned
just like the weed
*beep* around and get burned
rolled, lit, and smoked
I’ll even grab a card table,
poker until she’s learned…
I don’t give a…
I don’t give…
I don’t give a
I don’t
I don’t give
I dont, I don’t give a *beep*
not a gah *beep* *beep*
I should be an oral hygenist,
spit it digitally but so clean…
I’d give a *beep* you’d think,
but I don’t!
why?
spinning tires for a day,
wheel, see?
maybe…
even if I don’t,
I don’t give a freak.
Snapchat the perverse desire,
peep the streak.
she opens it,
audible shriek.
“nobody gives a flying *beep* about your surgically altered slab of meat!”
oh beans!
I don’t give a
I don’t give a gah *beep* freak!
see yall at the tippy top of all uh my dreams!
all uh my!
Allah might!
keep on talking!
I’ll turn the keyboard into a *beep* Tommy Gun!
Scream this is the 2nd coming of columbine but it’s the adults that gotta run!
Yall mother *beep* just couldn’t let the kids have fun!
Had to be all types of bigoted and praise money over love,
lord above!
murder was the case, a young hawk from Iowa,
fleeing in a white bronco, i absolutely fit the glove!
I don’t give a FUCK!