No f..cks To Give Lyrics

VERSE 1

I talk life, disappear into another world

I like you... why the f..ck I'm with another girl?

My thoughts are tattooed that's why I act rude

You think you know but you really got no clue

I woke up without a phone n my cash gone

I'm layin next to a girl in a black thong

But here I go sip a 40 in the mornin'

Cause I could really give a f..ck where I'm goin'

I grab a bud, gotta blunt to light

I got a beer to drink, I'm havin' fun tonight

Shit... might as well cause I'm back & buck now

And hell yea I'm gonna black the f..ck out

I got a case of Busch Light 'n' some Keystone

I'm broke as hell, that's the only shit I'm bringing home

I'm layin' back smokin' joints in my basement

Everyday same shit, nothin' ever changin'

I gotta live that's why I got outta bed, right?

We'll get the party goin' harder than a lead pipe

So put the bottle up straight to ya dome

I'm a f..ckin' role model you can try this at home

HOOK

Cause I got, no, clue where I'm goin'

I'm still drunk at 8 in the mornin'

And I don't know what I'm gonna do

But I live this way, so what's up with you

And I got, no, clue where I'm goin'

I'm f..cked up at 8 in the mornin'

Oh no I ain't turnin' back

Cause I got no f..cks to give, and that's that

VERSE 2

Guess whose back in the mothafuckin', game

Fucked ya girl I don't even know her, name

But don't be mad Imma low life bad boy

So get off my nuts ya little fag boy

There was a time as a matter of fact...

I was lookin for a job but what happened to that?

And what's up with all these girls never callin' me back?

I'm like shit... what the f..ck yo I'm not that bad!

But I started off in class then I took it out my schedule

Dropped outta school cause it got my feelin' dreadful

I gotta find another way to make a dollar bill

It's like I'm runnin' but I'm goin up a f..ckin hill.

While everybody tryna get a degree...

I'm sittin' back, think of life, I'm just livin' it free

I used to be a cool kid up in college

... Woops, I f..cked that up... I'm feelin' childish

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VERSE 3

I'm laid back, no shirt, wit' a fitted cap

Pierced up, tattoos, take a look at that

So holler at me if you tryna get messed up

N f..ck a fancy drink, I'll take a red cup

Here we go clap, clap, when the beat hit

Don't stop, get it, get it, rock like you need it

Stop the beat got somethin' to say

White boy witta attitude, y'all betta make way

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