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Oh well, I'm ignorant But not to the fact that I'm ignorant, of course I know that, I'm indifferent I don't care to know what I don't I don't care 'til I'm coming home And my dad tell me some shit about when he my age, he was doing shit Protesting about something that I forget currently But that's not the point, the point is To my pop, the boy is in the crowd devoid of giving a fuck I would call his bluff, but I've been thinking 'bout it And shit, he ain't wrong, though I don't vote, but I think I did at prom, though I don't know about a world if it's not home I don't even know the first thing about what Obama do I'm better off telling y'all what Lebron been doing I don't even know what my mom been doing I hit her up every Sunday and we talk, but the call's going one way In the dark, if it's not what I'm doing Never been aware from the start, but I knew it I don't even care how my tech work If the shit work, put it there, turn it on, we can do it Funny thing is I could look it all up today Constructive way to buck behavior Dave hate And placate the debate within my brain waves But the shows I watch all start at eight so Oh, well (It's the season finale, so) Oh, well (I kind of have to watch live, people are gonna tweet about it) Oh, well (But I'm aware of all this stuff, I'll figure it out) Oh, well I do care when my phone's dying Like, when that shit's red And I can't text, and I can't check what my fans said I get mad stressed Laying in the bed, but I can't rest 'Til my 'Gram checked, wish I cared less Leave it at the crib, I'm a damn mess I should stop for a day, wanna try that shit (yeah) Drifting away, I wanna right that ship (yeah) Dinner on the table, but I'm unable to be tasteful Underneath, I'ma like that pic (yeah) Watching the show on a phone, filming Coachella on phones Hoping I capture the moment so I could post it Don't live in the moment, hoping I'm still in control But I'm praying I'm not alone All the fans say I'm great at talking to 'em They don't even understand I am not the man I just can't go a day with being alone When I'm with friends, though, why the fuck am I still on my phone? Wishing I could look this shit up on Chrome Wishing I could take a second to stop and reflect it But someone just texted me Oh, well (It's actually like an important text) Oh, well (I'm trying to solve, like, logistical issues) Oh, well (It's time-sensitive, is what I'm trying to say) Oh, well I was gonna do a line, but I sneezed I was gonna smoke, but I need weed I just wanna roll up and then leave But everyone keeps on talking to me Like "How's Mike Will? You know Rae Sremm? I like 'No Type,' but I really hate them" Like I asked for your opinion When I barely even know what day it is I'm past due on student loans and my rent But I just bought new J's and shit Going way fast on a one way road with the window down tryna wave at them My mom says I should go back to classes But I'm in the strip club, and I'm tapping asses And my bitch look like Jacqueline Onassis But she lies a lot and can't kick the habit I've tried to stop giving passes To those who front it, 'cause that's living backwards And they give two cents when I ain't even ask them Treat them like exams and I need to pass them I twisting dutches, I don't do the Backwoods But this gas station don't carry those And I'm tryna smoke, man, how tragic Here's a 20 and some change, man, you can have it like No Oh, well Oh, well Oh, well
Writer(s): Jason Harris, David Andrew Burd, Zachary Burwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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