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It Doesn't Matter Lyrics
[Verse 1]:It doesn’t matter
I’m simply here to live my life
And I’ma do what i’ma do without a reason to hide
‘Cause in the end it doesn’t matter how any of it ends
Don’t give a shit about your broken hearts and all your fake friends
This time is like a rhyme, it’s like the blink of an eye
Nobody will remember me and I’m not plannin’ to cry
I don’t want you in my life, need nobody by my side
I’ll give what I give, take what you take and that’s my ride
I’m not here to please or here to tease or be unreal
I’m just here like the rest of you insects, a raw deal
I’m here to live, I’m here to feel pain, I’m here to die
Not to live a lie and when I die I pass on with some pride
I’m insane, I love the pain that living brings
And it gives a little reason and meaning to different things
I take it as a sign to release my battered mind
Upon society, priority and now I’m feeling fine
You hate the fact and why I act and yet you still don’t turn ya back
So, now I’m guessing you do know what I’m getting at
It doesn’t matter what I say or what game I play
'Cause in the end everything’s the same so go ahead and lay the blame
[Verse 2]:
It doesn’t matter
I’m only out for me and my own
And it is all I really got so turn around and head home
You ain’t shit to me; I really don’t care what ya think
I don’t owe you a thing and understand I’m on the brink
Dude, I’m not ya friend so respect and walk away
And we will never be so leave my wallet where it’s meant to stay
What the fuck? Get ya dirty hands off my mp3
Get a job or steal from other peeps, try to leave me be
It doesn’t matter how you live ya life, I’m hardly one to preach
But I cannot stand it when I come across a dirty thief
I’m gonna fuck you up, I’m gonna rough you up
I’m gonna kick ya arse until ya can’t stand up ‘cos you’re a cunt
Listen to me now, it sounds like I’m a tough guy
Not really but I’ve given a few black eyes
Revenge’ll be a bitch, it doesn’t matter what ya do
I hate it when I get an itch and mother fucker that is you
You’re a parasite, a blood-sucked mosquito bite
I’ll scratch and bash until I bleed the scab and see you bitches fly
It doesn’t matter that for now it’s just a song
Because take heed of all the words I breed and mother fucker move along
[Verse 3]:
It doesn’t matter
That I’m a son of a bitch and a wack emcee
I really like my flow and subject matter, I think it suits me
Take it as a portent I actually think I got some skills
Bitch I give a shit less, I know what I’m doing, it gives me chills
When I write a rhyme and people say it’s nothin’ like new school
I think it’s cool 'cause I don’t sound like any other fool
This is me, originality, I do it the way I want
I didn’t live on the streets, my fucked up thoughts are all I got
Technique unique, I’m the only one that sounds this bad
Give credit where it’s due, next time I’ll try and sound like you
I wish I had a clue as to what I’m really doin'
If only to know why the whole crowd is booin’
Awww, poor DSP, that’s right
Maybe I should be a popstar and get into the limelight
Fuck that, I would rather sell not a single CD
Than lip sync and suck dick like that slut called Britney
Ooh, yes indeed, it is really like that
Your teen idol is a bitch and like me she’s really wack
But whatcha gonna do when the shit hit the fan
Come and check out my new band we’ll be produced by Timbaland
I’m simply here to live my life
And I’ma do what i’ma do without a reason to hide
‘Cause in the end it doesn’t matter how any of it ends
Don’t give a shit about your broken hearts and all your fake friends
This time is like a rhyme, it’s like the blink of an eye
Nobody will remember me and I’m not plannin’ to cry
I don’t want you in my life, need nobody by my side
I’ll give what I give, take what you take and that’s my ride
I’m not here to please or here to tease or be unreal
I’m just here like the rest of you insects, a raw deal
I’m here to live, I’m here to feel pain, I’m here to die
Not to live a lie and when I die I pass on with some pride
I’m insane, I love the pain that living brings
And it gives a little reason and meaning to different things
I take it as a sign to release my battered mind
Upon society, priority and now I’m feeling fine
You hate the fact and why I act and yet you still don’t turn ya back
So, now I’m guessing you do know what I’m getting at
It doesn’t matter what I say or what game I play
'Cause in the end everything’s the same so go ahead and lay the blame
It doesn’t matter
I’m only out for me and my own
And it is all I really got so turn around and head home
You ain’t shit to me; I really don’t care what ya think
I don’t owe you a thing and understand I’m on the brink
Dude, I’m not ya friend so respect and walk away
And we will never be so leave my wallet where it’s meant to stay
What the fuck? Get ya dirty hands off my mp3
Get a job or steal from other peeps, try to leave me be
It doesn’t matter how you live ya life, I’m hardly one to preach
But I cannot stand it when I come across a dirty thief
I’m gonna fuck you up, I’m gonna rough you up
I’m gonna kick ya arse until ya can’t stand up ‘cos you’re a cunt
Listen to me now, it sounds like I’m a tough guy
Not really but I’ve given a few black eyes
Revenge’ll be a bitch, it doesn’t matter what ya do
I hate it when I get an itch and mother fucker that is you
You’re a parasite, a blood-sucked mosquito bite
I’ll scratch and bash until I bleed the scab and see you bitches fly
It doesn’t matter that for now it’s just a song
Because take heed of all the words I breed and mother fucker move along
It doesn’t matter
That I’m a son of a bitch and a wack emcee
I really like my flow and subject matter, I think it suits me
Take it as a portent I actually think I got some skills
Bitch I give a shit less, I know what I’m doing, it gives me chills
When I write a rhyme and people say it’s nothin’ like new school
I think it’s cool 'cause I don’t sound like any other fool
This is me, originality, I do it the way I want
I didn’t live on the streets, my fucked up thoughts are all I got
Technique unique, I’m the only one that sounds this bad
Give credit where it’s due, next time I’ll try and sound like you
I wish I had a clue as to what I’m really doin'
If only to know why the whole crowd is booin’
Awww, poor DSP, that’s right
Maybe I should be a popstar and get into the limelight
Fuck that, I would rather sell not a single CD
Than lip sync and suck dick like that slut called Britney
Ooh, yes indeed, it is really like that
Your teen idol is a bitch and like me she’s really wack
But whatcha gonna do when the shit hit the fan
Come and check out my new band we’ll be produced by Timbaland
Song Info
Submitted by
darksidepoet On Apr 15, 2022
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