(Intro – spoken, sarcastic)
Yeah…
I don’t know if it’s the melanin,
the tone in my voice,
or the fact I wake up like—
“Eh… not my problem.”
(Beat drops)
(Verse 1)
I don’t know if it’s my brown skin glowin’ in the sun,
or this sarcastic tone when I say “damn, that’s tough, son.”
People runnin’ stressed, veins poppin’ from the head,
I’m laughin’ like “relax bro, none of that pays rent.”
They panic over emails, deadlines, little things,
I reply with one eyebrow like, “is this really that deep?”
World on fire, they screamin’, I’m sippin’ my coffee slow,
If stress was a sport, I still wouldn’t show.
(Pre-Chorus)
They be askin’ how I’m calm in the middle of the storm,
I just shrug my shoulders like “nah, I was born this way, dog.”
I don’t carry weights that don’t belong to me,
If it ain’t my mess, I let it be.
(Chorus)
I don’t give a shit, nah, I really don’t care,
Everybody stressin’, I’m just standin’ there.
Might be the skin, might be the tone when I speak,
Might be the fact I don’t lose sleep.
They like “how you chill when the world’s like this?”
I laugh, crack a joke, then I disappear quick.
Stress knockin’ at my door—
I ain’t home, bitch.
(Verse 2)
Sarcasm sharp like a blade in a smile,
I roast problems lightly, let ‘em cook for a while.
Bills talk loud, drama yellin’ my name,
I mute the whole thing like “nah, not today.”
People love sufferin’, wear it like fashion,
I’m allergic to stress, I break out in laughter.
They overthink futures that ain’t even arrived,
I’m livin’ right now, yeah, I’m perfectly fine.
Boss mad, streets mad, internet mad too,
Everybody tight except me and my crew.
If worry paid money, maybe I’d try,
Till then I’ll be chill, let the problems walk by.
(Chorus)
I don’t give a shit, nah, I really don’t care,
Everybody stressin’, I’m just standin’ there.
Might be the skin, might be the tone when I speak,
Might be the fact I don’t lose sleep.
They like “how you chill when the world’s like this?”
I laugh, crack a joke, then I disappear quick.
Stress knockin’ at my door—
I ain’t home, bitch.
(Bridge – beat switch, playful)
They say “you too calm, you should worry more,”
I say “nah, I tried that, it’s boring, bro.”
Life heavy, yeah, I know that’s true,
But I’m not carryin’ weight I can’t control, boo.
(Verse 3)
I smile in chaos, it confuse ‘em a lot,
They think I’m careless, nah, I’m just not tied in knots.
I choose peace daily, sarcasm my shield,
If stress try to flex, I tell it “kneel.”
This ain’t ignorance, this is self-respect,
I pick my battles, the rest I neglect.
World go crazy, let it do what it do,
I’ll be over here chillin’, crackin’ jokes, unbothered too.
(Outro – spoken)
Yeah…
It might be the melanin.
Might be the sarcasm.
Might be the fact I don’t give a shit.
Either way—
I’m good.
Labba
