Kee - THEY DON'T CARE Lyrics

Your girl is cute but you know mine is cuter
I feel like Drizzy on First Person Shooter
Big as the Super Bowl with all the moola
I'm tryna be calm and rested like Buddha
Don't get invested if you not a looter
I feel depressed when I'm on my computer
People be talking and yapping on screens
Tryna dissect what I think it all means
Energy's dirty, I'm tryna get clean
Reassess boundaries and my self esteem
All of it mounting and building on me
Tryna find ways to seek out my relief
When I write bars I can feel it melting
Guess it's a way to calm my inner being
People ignore all the bars that I spit
Wondering times is it even worth it
People want hooks, they do not give a shit
No matter how much my heart is in this
Rappers be turning to country and pop
Chasing the trends, I wish it would stop
I'm just out here doing all that I love
Hoping I'll find a sign up from above
Simple flow, tryna cut through all the noise
When it was wordy, it fell through the void
Maybe this time you'll hear in my voice
Maybe this time you'll hear I'm annoyed
Tryna compete with guys like a John Summit
Hip hop is dying, I'm feeling it plummet
It is depressing man, cause I just love it
Wondering if I'm a fool to still bump it
Music I listened to, back as a kid
Ye, Dot, and Cole, that trio's legit
Now I feel old, like Leo in this
Wondering if I'm still real to them kids
Should I be trying to further my sound
Forget all these bars, they nothing profound
Am I neglecting my art like the clown
Are all these voices real when I feel down
Guess I just feel like I'm talking to walls
Nobody listens, they wish I would fall
I seek relief with these girls that I call
But some of em want me to buy em a mall
They do not give a shit if I did stay
Or packed it all up and faded away
Sometimes I'm tryna get faded today
To melt away all of the pain in my brain
And I suspect that this might be depression
Talk to the mic like a priest in confession
Talk to em like it's a toast at a wedding
But sometimes I fear of the message embedded
Not to be yapping, I know this a ramble
Want someone to listen, I know it's a gamble
Soup for the soul, this shit is like Campbell's
Tryna make sure that I'm getting all angles
I don't wanna change, I wanna stay true
I wanna make all this music for you
Or maybe for me, and my self esteem
To manifest all of the things I will be
They don't, care
They don't, care
What I, rap
Or what I, wear
They don't care
They don't care
Make for me
Or make for you