I don’t care what she got, I don’t care what he got, I don’t care what they post, I don’t care. They’re all chasing that next high, Scrollin’ like it’s do or die, Countin’ likes like their dollar signs — Counting on getting more dollar signs Not slowing to look at the road signs Im not running the stop signs I don’t care. treat apathy like a bad thing, Supposed to care about something, Supposed to chase that cha-ching, But what if peace is the real king? What if joy is what’s missing Not supposed to care about less things, Always told to care about more things, But I’m cool with my right now things, Cool with my good enough things Just me and the air I’m breathing. Just me and the moment I’m breathing I think money is like luck, Dont give a care, don’t give a— beep! Wait, should I rhyme this line with luck, Which would rhyme with the word under the beep? Guess it doesn’t matter much — See, that’s kinda the theme. I think money is like luck, And I don’t give a - beep! You treat apathy like a bad thing Supposed to care about something Supposed to care about earning Supposed to care about cha-Ching Not supposed to care about nothing. Not supposed to care about less things s Supposed to care about more things Supposed to care about something. But I, don’t, care. I don’t care about more things I don’t care about his things, I don’t care about her thing I don’t care about your things. I dare not care. You might think that I’m lazy. Might suspect I am crazy Joy looks good on me lately Guess what, I still don’t care. I’m busy loving this moment. Love right here in this moment. Happiness in the moment. Thanks, I’ll stay right here. Stay Right here in the moment. Because I don’t care.
