Wesley Lavinder - I Don't Give A f** lyrics

[Verse 1: Spaceboy] Pull up to the party and they all know who it be A psychedelic addict in a trippy hoodie A trustafarian who took way too much LSD And now he's rapping to a wall about his dumb philosophy Look man think about it time isn't real You should think about the fist that your face is boutta feel You should think about your sis and the time I made her kneel I swear to God I get more girls than Howie I don't even deal Picking up the girlies is the sh** I like to do But I never get the b**hes couldn't even score a dude When I try to get a number I just get a sh**ty mood But I can get back in my Prime using 2-day premium lube Clicking through ebony b**h you f**ing scared me Begging me to s** her tits but I don't f** with dairy Lead her to the bedroom but that p**y was too hairy Plus that dirty c*nt was leaking like a maraschino cherry Share me bet I could make your b**hes drool If you hate on me I'll f** you up like Yugi in a duel If you're thinking you could beat me then you're thinking like a fool I guarantee your weak a** couldn't even win over Abdul Ooo, that one hurt your confidence a little? You're so f**ing weak you look like Malcolm from the Middle You're so f**ing dumb I bet you couldn't solve this riddle Who is such a flaming f*ggot there's a new flavor of Skittles? No not me your b**h rode me like a horse I hit both of her holes my club was swinging back and forth The only s** you've ever had was with your father's corpse And any future intercourse will end in seconds in divorce Of course the haters gonna' hate and say I'm fake But if you look through my records you'll find genius in my traits And if you go ask my doc he'll say I got a special fate He handed me some crayons, a helmet, and a Superman cape I've never got a date but when I did my date split I was mad, I was sad, chugging 40s feeling sick I'm alone, by the phone, silicone s**ing my dick So f**ing sick of this bullsh** I hit up Duck to take a trip Tripping out my mind my life is like an acid hit One minute feeling low then the next feeling lit One second met your mom then the next met her clit We clinic'd with your bro and now he'll never be a kid You know that your mother was a pro at low blows Right under your nose I was a father to these hoes Your sissy crying, "Daddy, daddy please take off my clothes!" I took that s*ut down to my studio and showed her how I flow Yeah I know I'm f**ed but ain't we all in some way? At least I've got the balls to say what you're afraid to say You sit there with a dil*o up your a** calling me gay But I don't give a f** go ask your girl I f**ed her yesterday