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• Artiste: Payday
• Titre: IDC
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I'm rolling my eyes as I'm rolling the dice Cuz I know that I don't always choose to be nice Blowing my bread on my shoes and my ice I already died now I'm doing it twice I can't decide are we men? Are we mice? These bitches salty cuz I got the spice I got the shades just to cover my eyes I got too many secrets just to hide I can't tell if this is hell Or if I'm doing pretty well I can't tell if this is hell Or if I'm doing pretty well I just wanna go and throw my hands in the air I don't wanna wear a ponytail in my hair Can I make it any more obvious? That I don't fucking care You can criticize and in my eyes you can stare There's nothing there Funny everybody wanna look my way Wanna keep me in a box with the shit they say And I still don't care cuz I got a good team I'ma get it on my own if you know what I mean Just hard to feel when you feel nothing Can't tell what's real tryna do my thing Stab me in the back and it still won't sting Getting off track like a rail road train I can't tell if this is hell Or if I'm doing pretty well I can't tell if this is hell Or if I'm doing pretty well I just wanna go and throw my hands in the air I don't wanna wear a ponytail in my hair Can I make it any more obvious? That I don't fucking care You can criticize and in my eyes you can stare There's nothing there