Mr. DGAF by Muze Sikk Lyrics
Stumbling
Fell up
And Now I ain’t the same
St Peter sent me back to hell like “fuck you Saying?”
Staying woke as fuck cuz of amphetamines
Flush the blood; the killers plotting once again
Hes scoring on the creep
He’s skipping on em hoes
Hes sipping dirty water outta faucet hose
He skinned the cat alive with a fucking cheese grater
And made it in America with all of these haters
Call me Mr Dont Give A Fuck
Got bitches on tap
Snort lines till I flat line
I was a dead rock star in my past lifе
Now I’m simping on these bitches whilе they gaslight
So Call me Mr Don’t Give A Fuck
Gotta listen real close to the throat open up
Got involved with a gang and they was dead beats
Literally
Ghosts made this MF track bleed
All the ladies to the front
And All the bitches in the back come on up
Shake that ass for the cash for the crows
Let em pick from the teeth to the bone
I’m making money while I’m drinking on the joe
I’m popping diesel capsules tryna keep it low
Imma vampire
Suck me till I’m gold
Charlie Sheen with the fucking 8 ball
Stumbling
Fell up
And Now I ain’t the same
St Peter sent me back to hell like “fuck you Saying?”
Staying woke as fuck cuz of amphetamines
Flush the blood; the killers plotting once again
Hes scoring on the creep
He’s skipping on em hoes
Hes sipping dirty water outta faucet hose
He skinned the cat alive with a fucking cheese grater
And made it in America with all of these haters
Call me Mr Dont Give A Fuck
Got bitches on tap
Snort lines till I flat line
I was a dead rock star in my past life
Now I’m simping on these bitches while they gaslight
So Call me Mr Don’t Give A Fuck
Gotta listen real close to the throat open up
Got involved with a gang and they was dead beats
Literally
Ghosts made this MF track bleed
Put him in a casket
Put him in a MF basket
I’m eating pudding like I shouldn’t
But I really fucking should
Leaving study hall fried from the bumps for the mood
Annoyances melt away into a blue sloop
And I grew up on my own in the underground groove
Now I’m narcissist; my visions come in twos
An astute
Magnanimous consumptive slew
Fell up
And Now I ain’t the same
St Peter sent me back to hell like “fuck you Saying?”
Staying woke as fuck cuz of amphetamines
Flush the blood; the killers plotting once again
Hes scoring on the creep
He’s skipping on em hoes
Hes sipping dirty water outta faucet hose
He skinned the cat alive with a fucking cheese grater
And made it in America with all of these haters
Call me Mr Dont Give A Fuck
Got bitches on tap
Snort lines till I flat line
I was a dead rock star in my past lifе
Now I’m simping on these bitches whilе they gaslight
So Call me Mr Don’t Give A Fuck
Gotta listen real close to the throat open up
Got involved with a gang and they was dead beats
Literally
Ghosts made this MF track bleed
All the ladies to the front
And All the bitches in the back come on up
Shake that ass for the cash for the crows
Let em pick from the teeth to the bone
I’m making money while I’m drinking on the joe
I’m popping diesel capsules tryna keep it low
Imma vampire
Suck me till I’m gold
Charlie Sheen with the fucking 8 ball
Stumbling
Fell up
And Now I ain’t the same
St Peter sent me back to hell like “fuck you Saying?”
Staying woke as fuck cuz of amphetamines
Flush the blood; the killers plotting once again
Hes scoring on the creep
He’s skipping on em hoes
Hes sipping dirty water outta faucet hose
He skinned the cat alive with a fucking cheese grater
And made it in America with all of these haters
Call me Mr Dont Give A Fuck
Got bitches on tap
Snort lines till I flat line
I was a dead rock star in my past life
Now I’m simping on these bitches while they gaslight
So Call me Mr Don’t Give A Fuck
Gotta listen real close to the throat open up
Got involved with a gang and they was dead beats
Literally
Ghosts made this MF track bleed
Put him in a casket
Put him in a MF basket
I’m eating pudding like I shouldn’t
But I really fucking should
Leaving study hall fried from the bumps for the mood
Annoyances melt away into a blue sloop
And I grew up on my own in the underground groove
Now I’m narcissist; my visions come in twos
An astute
Magnanimous consumptive slew