Dumbfoundead - She Don't Care lyrics

The day I met her I looked bummy as hell
Ain't got money, Honey
But down to get you something on sale

The day I met her I looked bummy as hell
Ain't got money, Honey
But down to get you something on sale
She don't care
We gonna bear through the hardships
Prepare to be car sick
Two players in this car trip
(she's all game)
A down chick, she's seen my bounced checks
But still ain't bounced yet
And rode to my sound checks
Hoes are down at my shows and
As loud as the crowd gets
Comes around with a towel to
Wipe down my brow sweat
Her flower scent has me ignoring
All my account debts
No cash, her friends telling her
"Leave his broke ass" but she won't dash
No one knows what we both have
And I keep it low-pro so
The homies don't laugh they clowning
"Dumbfoundead that was bit by the bug"
This is the Beatles equal to Can't By Me Love

She don't care that I'm broke
She don't care I ain't got a car
All she wants is to keep me company
She knows I'm a wino
And she knows I'm not yet a star
But on the stereo she keeps on bumping me

My baby don't care I'm not a baller
She's just happy that I care
Enough to call her
I only live a little bit above squalor
But when I'm with her I feel 3 feet taller
All her friends try to say she
Could do so much greater
But me and her we're both like
"Oh shucks hater"
I mean I'm bout to make so much paper
They can kiss my ass cheeks
I'll do a toe-touch later
Yup, I only got a single bed
But when she and I be mingling
That monetary thing is dead
We don't believe in cream like
Other rap singers said
She knows I got to pay rent
She don't expect a ring instead
And I do got a car
But it's just a Honda Civic
I can't drive it to far cause
It's got a mileage limit
Been working too hard to worry
Bout some bank digit's
We are who we are and that's
Why we're sticking with it

Yo, fellas (yo)
My girl don't mind if I'm broke
I don't need her
I'm thinking maybe I outta leave her (No)
Mama's bad all I had was an olive branch
Thought she wouldn't feel me like a hologram
I was almost Positive K I hear
That old' "I got a man"
Then she said let's go Dutch like Rotterdam
Damn she seen me hand to hand hustlin'
Her 12 hours Cal Trans with
That court ordered punishment
When I was rocking mics, well
She was rocking them hips
Like a metronome and I'm what
Made her tick, tick, tick
Baby's brighter than her lip stick is
Lady's tighter than my chip less
Fist once wrench-pinched in
She knows I ain't in on that get-rich-quick
But most of all she can kiss, kiss, kiss
She's far from low maintenance
But, I keep her closer than I keep
Them hand-out honeys waiting for donations