you don't give a fuck you wanna pump the volume, I know I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin' The drumline bangin' away Make one move and I
I couldn't care less what you feel what you say Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I'm a MONSTER! You know I'm certified sick I came
翻訳: ルーツ. 私は気にしない.
: [Chorus: sung 2X] I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin The drumline bangin away Make one move and I'll blow you away One false move and I
[Chorus: sung 2X] I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin The drumline bangin away Make one move and I'll blow you away One false move and I'll
's a long way For Natty to be from home. Don't care what the world seh; (Natty Dread) I'n'I couldn't never go astray. (Natty Dread) Just like a bright
in the easy chair? I don't care how many letters they sent The morning came, the morning went Pack up your money pick up your tent You ain't going nowhere
I sinned, But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin. Walked out on a gig and I turned to da streets, Kept my name low key, I ain't heard
on da gig and I turned to da streets Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically I did it for
back where I belong The ambulance sings along The fly on the wall Doesn't know what's wrong If I could forget myself You could find another lie to tell If I
I'm not starvin' either but I could eat" She said, "So what do you have in mind?" I said, "I don't know, what about you?" She says, "I don't care, if
Bullet wounds in my flesh Powder burns I digest On the front line I press Until in peace I may rest For battles I can't win With stripes I must defend
care of me, like I'm sick or sum There's some things, I don't like, I love them Nikes But not the white on whites, forget the price tags 'Cause I get
scheduled program, program I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian Cause see I want it quiet in here... I
born in two Searching for you, I been searching for you Where ya been, where ya running to Where ya got to go, what ya got to do I don't care where we
I'll put myself on the waiting list And get it all cleared up You're the one with the attitude Don't try and make me out To be the root of the evil
