[Verse 1] Hand me that thrift store crown Bent gold, duct-taped down We’re the ash on your vape hit Still don’t give a shit (hey!) Raised on loose seatbelts, warm garden hose Breakfast from a box, sugar in the nose Latchkey heart in a strip mall shrine God in a coin-op, swallowing dimes TV dinner glow, fork in the tray Learned big words from the talk show rage Saw the world end twice in a week on screen Then the credits rolled, back to mac and cheese We’re the rust on your stainless dream Burnt-out logo on a dead team Out-of-print jokes in a used bin Laugh lines carved in this busted grin [Chorus] We don’t give a shit Middle finger bumper sticker, peeling bit by bit We don’t give a damn Still talk fast, eyes cracked, don’t need your program We don’t give a shit Hand-me-down halo, tilted, never fits We don’t give a damn We just spam your grand plan, then we scram (oh!) [Verse 2] Learned to pray to a dial-up tone Patience from the hum of a cordless phone Fast food crown, soda fountain throne Fear on sale, “two for one” in chrome Boss says “grind,” I say “for what?” My friends got laid off by a spreadsheet cut You call it progress, I call it rust Same old sermon in a different bus We’re the crack in your tempered glass Static that laughs during class Middle seat kings on the red-eye flight Sipping flat cola, talking all night [Pre-Chorus] You built a new cage with a bright paint drip We see the old hinges, the same tight grip Smile through the slogans, we read fine print Fold your brochure into a paper ship (whoosh) [Chorus] We don’t give a shit Your trend’s just last year’s chain with a neon twist We don’t give a damn We’ve seen this rerun in a bootleg cam We don’t give a shit Your app, your map, still leads to the same old ditch We don’t give a damn We just jam your scam, hit skip, go “nah” [Verse 3] I got crow’s feet from fluorescent halls Guidance counselor said “reach for the mall” Dream big, kid, own a plastic life Soft-serve smiles, hard interest rates bite Played outside with a busted wheel bike Helmet was hope and a lucky strike Drank from the hose, made forts from trash Now you sell me “vintage” at triple the cash We’re the dust on your VR lens Old usernames that you can’t suspend The shrug in the back when the boss says “team” Half-day off for a dying dream [Chorus] We don’t give a shit We’ve seen your mission statements sink and split We don’t give a damn You pitch that hustle like a diet scam We don’t give a shit We’re coupon-cut rebels in a three-piece skit We don’t give a damn We just slip through the spam, say “thanks, I’ll pass” [Bridge] We’re mixtape glue in a playlist age Coffee stain rings on a favorite page Carved our truth in a bathroom stall Watched your idols airbrushed on the mall We’re glitch, not hack, in your perfect show Snow on the channel when the ratings grow You sell fresh fear with a gentle tone We mute that ad, let the silence drone Hand-me-down planet, dented, loud You kiss that ring, we dodge the crowd If this ship sinks from greed and spin We’ll roast marshmallows on the flames, big grins (ha!) [Chorus] We don’t give a shit You can call us bitter while your teeth all grit We don’t give a damn We’re the “seen it, done it, wore out” clan We don’t give a shit If the world goes bust, we reschedule it We don’t give a damn We just deadpan, break frame, say
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