It is so cold, no my body is fine
It’s how I’m feeling inside that’s annoying my vibe Got a letter from here, another email from there Now whom I gonna listen to when it comes to grind Unfortunately, I’m already committed to changing Now who to blame when no one else is giving

There’s so much room for it

Don’t Give a FUCK
Hand on heart
I know what you need baby Listen to me speak yeah

I remember the words from my old man
Yet my patience for some reason is running low its on empty (yeah) Only you look out for yourself then
It obvious to me that your taking never giving
Continue to put the blame on me
You continue to put the shame on me
I’m not hesitant, to tell you your shit has no substance
Legitimate, its not just me, the tribe has spoken
Desperate, corporate, cornered, culprit

There’s so much room for it

Don’t Give a FUCK
Hand on heart
I know what you need baby Listen to me speak yeah