IDC Lyrics by daine
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah)
Pull up in the truck I’m late, yeah
Thinkin’ ’bout all the bands I’m yet to make and
I was lookin for you in the crowd, dipped out
I’ma put this shit on play with or without you
Without you
Without you
Do I give a shit about you?
Fucking lil’ bitch, I’ma devour you
Casting spells like I never had no values
Fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too
At back of the show, I’m waiting
Scrolling through my phone in vain when
Get a text saying y’all want in for free
These little bitches don’t know anything about me
About me, that’s funny
I remember when they called me ugly
Now I’m sitting front row at the runway
Wilhelmina models steady tryna fuck me
Fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too
You geeking I don’t wanna see you
Playing big shows, sellin’ out venues
Like a rockstar, pull up in the black car
While youre blacked out, back of your mom’s house
I tried to give myself reason
But I think our trust lost meaning
Guess they noticed that I’m freezing
All on your knees and pleading
Fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too
You lost out, I don’t wanna listen
Kept my eyes straight and my vision
Can miss me with your inhibitions
Focused on me, I’ma detox that shit
Where were you when I fell?
Now I’m up, everybody callin’ my cell
Decline, I’m doing what I wanna do
I’ma bool hard in an apartment with a fucking view
Bool hard, an apartment with a fucking view