Artist: Lupe Fiasco f/ MDMA Album: Lasers Song: I Don't Wanna Care Right Now Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Lupe Fiasco] Uhh, uhh I'm not a 2-2, I'm a turbo Hater pray to God that I turn slow Like I'm sippin on purple But I ain't on your glow I'm in a whole 'nother circle Tryin to keep it clean like church clothes Said that respect was somethin I had to work fo' But, that ain't gonna work though Get your respect but lose all my worth, no You can dead that, here the hearse go Don't need 48, you'll find a killer in the first flo' It was me boy, the commercial is feelin out of place like PETA at a fur sto' So I left with a couple dozen fur coats Said I could never break away from your hold Watch me, turn though Said that I blew/blue her like turquoise Just mad, hear it all in your word choice Know it hurts but I really don't care though Let me rub it in, get it all up in that hoooooe [Chorus: MDMA] I can see the morning creepin upon us It's like the world's in my hands now I'm feeling so rebellious from all of the envy Crowding around me I don't wanna care right now! (I, don't wanna care, don't wanna care, right now) I don't wanna care right now - I don't wanna care right now! (I, don't wanna care, don't wanna care, right now) No I really don't, no I really don't, no I really don't, no I really don't No I really don't care now [Lupe Fiasco] Uhh-uhh, Go-Go-God over everythang-thang You fly but stars over everythang-thang And I'm one of them, yeah I'm one of the-the-them Oh I'm not o-o-one? Well I'm a hundred the-the-then I'm a hundred mother-lovin stars You're no lights, you're an undercover car I'm an ambulance, and a fire truck And some strobe lights, tied up Shinin all in your eyes All out of yours and all into mines Lights and stars is all intertwined And I'm feelin like Malcolm lookin all at the blinds Any means, any means And you can't do anything, anything And the flow tight, skinny jeans, skinny jeans Hit you like Pacquiao, Phillipines, Phillipines Hahhhhh! [Chorus] [Lupe - over Chorus] No I really don't No I really don't, no I really don't No I really don't, no I really don't [Lupe Fiasco] You don't know only a little, I'm the Lupe Yes sir - who they? They yester', and I'm today And tomorrow, hoo-ray! Can I get a hip-hip for the new K-I-N-G Nigga I am HE Got the game in a clutch like I and she You ball little boy but I NBA With a handful of world You a boy band with a dance and a twirl I'm a rock star with a band so thorough Big ass tour bus that's jammed full of girls T-t-tell 'em what it do H-h-holla from the bottom, y-y-yellin from the roof T-t-t-tell 'em what it do I don't care about your curfew, I'll tell you when I'm through BWOI! [Chorus] [Lupe - over Chorus] No I really don't, no I really don't No I really don't care now No I really don't, no I really don't No I really don't care now [Lupe Fiasco] Tell 'em what it do, yellin from the bottom, yellin from the roof BWOI! Tell 'em what it do, holla from the bottom, yellin from the roof BWOI! {*3X*} [Outro: MDMA] I don't wanna... I-I don't wanna... I-I-I-I don't wanna, c-c-care-care right Care-care-care right now! I don't wanna... I-I don't wanna... I-I-I-I don't wanna, c-c-care-care right Care-care-care right now!