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I've got the Fuck-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome
The fucking Fuck-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome

The shit has hit the fan
Ain't got no master plan
When nothing

all that i can do
Keep me in your thoughts
I didn't care about you
Teddy bear syndrome makes me love you

I'm happy I'm your baby
You can always do what

new syndrome on the beat (what)
젊을 나의 짧을 밤이 계속 나를 재촉해
are you ready to reboot ?
i never never fade away
i don't care
i don't give a fuck about

אמרתי לא פעם ולו פעמיים
מאובחן סינדרום ירושלים
Syndrome syndrome
מאז ויאטנם לא נוגע במים
אמרתי לא פעם ולו פעמיים
מאובחן סינדרום ירושלים
Syndrome syndrome

Pornstar syndrome
I smell your sweat, your gonna cum
That means that my job is done

And everyone would like to be
On your place, right here

Not

faces, self-proclaiming
A confidence, for the ages
While you don't care
It's all I can think of
I'm the imposter
I feel a fraud
And one day they're gonna

schedule

Your bed is pulling you in

Don't care what they think
Copy and paste it all
Been there before
They know it all
Lately I struggle to ignore

not care and
I'm yelling out dumb like I don't know what school is
And if it don't like me you can get off my back peg I said
It's a summer time bike

do not care and
I'm yelling out dumb like I don't know what school is
And if it don't like me you can get off my back peg I said

It's a summer time

night, we take care of each outer until the Sun rises
Nothing but fake love, and that resulted in crises

I though “I love you”, now look what you made me

But you don't care
Tell me what is love for you

The syndrome of the consenting slave
Okay
It's nothing I'm fine
Even if he doesn't love me
I love him

my heart 
I give you my love
But you don't care
Tell me what is love for you

The syndrome of the consenting slave
Okay
It's nothing I'm fine
Even if

own
I know I'm right
Know I'm right
Just make me believe I'm wrong

I'm a stranger to myself
Oblivious to everyone else

Stockholm Syndrome
Living

ATLiens

OutKast

ATLiens

1996

hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say,

hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say,

Lyrical ability my choppers gonna sick um
High snares low hats a tempo n a sick drum
Mental in my mind I have some kind of syndrome
I'm angry that every

chivalrous
I solve the case and you ask how I figured it
You say you got trauma well I'm about to trigger it
Don't care if you're ticklish I'll leave you

off your phone
You gotta switch up
Switch off
You gotta switch up
Switch off
No freedom see it's feeling like a syndrome
You gotta step away
Turn off

the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shh
Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-yer"

Now

that I was insane
You wanna make it right
But I don't want to fight
I've got Stockholm syndrome you already know
Put a bullet to my brain and I'm here

you never really care about my comb
Might be a syndrome when you split up my soul
But you are always in a rush when you ruing to the milestone
Leaving

Michael and the Syndrome

Freak Kitchen

Freak Kitchen

1998

and the syndrome
The wrong word at the wrong time to the wrong person
Cracked up a million times for this uncensored, verbal outlet
He simply doesn't care as long

On a donné le ton
On a coupé les ponts
Syndrome de Peter Pan, j'avais eu
G de l'ancien temps
Sur le son en avance
Syndrome du sauveur, qui l'aurait cru
Mes

l'atmosphère du nouveau millénaire
C'est ça l'atmosphère du nouveau millénaire !

Take care, take care around, take care
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