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We Couldnt Care, No
02:31
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(On your marks)
Ready set go, absurdities are exposed
The web is wide the whole world knows
Nobody can hide Facebook Youtube
Watch out the Big Eye's watching me and you
You better stay online girl get on top
Of social life to be the cream of the crop
And If you wanna survive you better strive to connive
And act like the world revolves around your life
You got Facebook friends and B.B.M, yah you follow trends
- but we couldn't care no
Dance club mix, all the hits, ya think its the shit
- but we couldn't care no
You tweet tweet while you're on the street you got friends to meet
- but we couldn't care no
Your horoscope says you're outta luck, you know what (what)
- we couldn't give a fuck!
I Learn social values from watching jersey shore
It seems like the way to live they never seem bored
Toddlers In Tiaras; the best way to raise your kids
I swear Ill have a couple just so I can put em in
Oh shit oh no, not another cop show
Here's a scene; gun to mouth heads blown
Change the channel see Africans suffering
Everyone turns it off cant face reality
Out on the streets they call it murder
Some aint got it rough but they strut tougher
All around town is in need of a job
Desperate times yo "lets sell drugs I-Rob"
Kids walkin around in packs gold gats watch your back
Out on the streets like a bunch of cats in heat
With no empathy and as sad as reality is
Nothing fazes no one no not since 911
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Devastating Jams
02:26
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(Hit the deck - Pick it up - shut the fuck up)
Your bitching your moaning Im so sick of hearing
You're not helping you're just coming across rude
You're following trends and your mom hates your friends
But she's dumb so give her attitude
You ignore to see the reality of what you're really doing
You condone to society, you're being used
Live in the moment having fun looking out for number one
Not a care so no one cares for you (Oh)
Devastating jams cause I just don't understand
How people portray this way, yep, nothing gold can stay
You tell me you've changed, yet, your at it again
Stop your little act theres no need to pretend
(yo tell em Elliot)
You think you're official you're just caught in the middle
Yah Youre nothing but a pawn in the game
You reap what you sow then you take a little more
Think you're different but you're only just the same
So you went to school dont mean you're not a fool
I'll teach you what i know about pain
Or keep telling your lies, it'll lead to your demise
I'll see you hanging from a rope of your own shame
Devastating jams cause I just don't understand
How people portray this way, yep, nothing gold can stay
You tell me you've changed, yet, your at it again
Stop your little act theres no need to pretend
I dont want the upper hand, Im just plain wanna be
But you don't understand cause you won't see me
Im gettin into fights between my conscious and my mind
Provoked so I evoke, yep, this is how I am defined
Im no better then you Im not trying to be a preacher
The last thing I want is to be related to a teacher
Sure, I wanna mature but I don't know if Im ready for that
Fuck it give me the test cause Im the next one up to bat
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