This year I went on tour
The first one of my life
Made money, then made more
Went on like 20 flights
This year I fell in love
Got my heart broken twice
I got me a new blood
I know I'll be alright
I've been feeling so shitty
I haven't wrote a song in weeks
But if I could
I just look pretty
Maybe I won't have to speak
And I'm like
What the *'s wrong with me
How I say this on a beat
My glass feels 50-50
I just wanna be complete
Next year
Never tried to make a hit
Or be top
Next year
But I'm here
So for now I'll talk my *
Cause that's what sticks
And who cares
Who cares
Who cares
Nigga from D.C. wanna see me
He say I'm marvelous
Car don't got no key
Don't go out
Eat cause I stay charging it
In my new apartment
It's more like a house though
I'm the bitch that's starting it
Eat more like a outro
If I spend a stack
I'll make it back
They still like how though
If it's on the track
Then it's a fact
But not too loud though
Nigga see the sauce
And then they copy, paste, and download
Nigga see the sauce
And then they copy, paste, and download
Like what the *'s wrong with me
How I say this on a beat
My glass fills 50 50
I just wanna be complete
My next year
Never tried to make a hit
Or be top picked
But I'm here
So for now I'll talk my *
Cause that's what sticks
And who cares
Who cares
Who cares


















Who cares?
Who cares?
Who cares?