[Verse 1]
Yea, I don't care what y'all think about me
Y'all thinking 'bout me
That's cool with me
And I don't know what you believe in now
But be patient girl
They not through with me
I want bad girls and all the gold
But then I sold my soul
The name woken up
You should know
That I'm finna wild
Cause for a minute now
I've been broke as fuck
I'm bad
To the bone
Got my own
Put this flannel on
They only fuck
With them girls
That smoke all alone
And listening Channel Orange
Not perfect at all
Now you know we not the same
Someone say come as you are
I say well what if I change
I say well what if I wonder
Wearing a fuck from we came
Whatever works for you baby
I know you stuck in your ways
I've been cul-de-sac since before y'all know
My old bitches tryna dim my glow
It's messy, n***as tryna come back stage
Make less sense then when I play their show

[Hook]
Yeah, sure, got time
I could fuck with you but I'm still bout this grind
She show me love and choke the blood, man I don't mind
Out here searching for what we might never find
Wasting time
And don't got time
I could fuck with you but I'm still bout this grind
She show me love and choke the blood, man I don't mind
Out here searching for what we might never find
Wasting time

[Verse 2]
Ya, I know she good for the spirit
I heard she bad for your pockets
That woman good for the feeling
Fuck 'round and pay for your parking
Fuck 'round and dismiss the mission
I say we skip the whole party
Give private shows, suck some oysters
Enjoy the fuck out this Mahi
I got more than a Netflix
Say, name some shit that's on-demand
When I buy and don't rent it
She look at me like I'm the man
Pussy lick like the faucet
I be the plumber, pay the man
And I don't leave shit to fade
I think I, think I, think I can, aye

[Verse 3]
Is off to concentrate
That boy never had no luck
And like my credit
All my women
All just be bad as fuck
God got a blueprint for me
On a shoe-string budget
Got cleansed by the water
Well my shoes still muddy
Too chill for the drama
Too good for these bitches
And we way overreacting
Been tryna channel the Hendrix
I won't hole out my way
How you feel is not my fault, shit
All that glitters might've gold in the middle
But oh so cold is your fall
Baby you only ever hear me when you be done with illness
Only ever leave the cul-de-sac and some cigarettes
Y'all too into this thing
Too all familiar with self
I don't want to be homies
I'm not too fond of your help
Be with my kinfolk out the window
Fuck agenda's and your intro
This is strictly from the grind
I owe you nothing, I don't get you
And he still give a fuck
What you think 'bout em
She can't even get a bless you or a drink out em
I was good till I got it bad, shit
We was cool till I got you mad, girl
And I never switched the protocol, but
You say I'm childish but I'm fond of that, say

[Outro]
I don't care what y'all think about me
Y'all thinking 'bout me