I got a backlog of drama that won’t let me breathe
I got a catalogue of answers that you just won’t believe
I got a million other problems, thinking: Oh my God
The grapevine packs a punch, has a real mean streak
I got an underlying demon that you don’t wanna meet
So if you’re trying to dig it up I think I’d rather not
Cos I don’t care
What your preference is
To all the dirty references
Or if you should have known
No I don’t care
What your best friend says
She’s a mess these days
So just leave that kid at home
Word on the street says I’m bad to the bone
I’m trying to paint a pretty picture in front of everyone
But it aint so fun
Cos with one mad rush
Yeah they’ll take my brush
And make God damn sure that the colours run
This gossip storm is spiralling
These crooked tongues are bleeding out
No doubt
I don’t bite
Too hard
But I’ll send you some kind regards
As you turn your back
And take your sorry ass back home
Cos I don’t care
What your preference is
To all the dirty references
Or if you should have known
No I don’t care
What your best friend says
She’s a mess these days
So just leave that kid at home
Word on the street says I’m bad to the bone
I never said I was as good as gold
My reputation’s in a stranglehold
My record aint the cleanest
And yours aint either
There’s nothing dodgy about me
It’s all conspiracy
Cos I don’t care
What your preference is
To all the dirty references
Or if you should have known
No I don’t care
What your best friend says
She’s a mess these days
So just leave that kid at home
Word on the street says I’m bad to the bone
