Epik High (ft. MINO, Simon Dominic, The Quiett) – No Thanxxx


Don’t worry ’bout me
Mind your own business
Even if the world turns against me
I don’t give a fuck
God is watchin’ over me
I won’t die
Worrying about me is the most useless thing in the world
Negative shit, man I ain’t got time
Summer Sonic to Coachella, Glastonbury is next
My life is a festival so I’m busy giving thanks
Middle finger to the Devil, stop fuckin’ up my vibe!I lived like a movie
My co-star is adversity but I welcome it with a smile
Needs to be at least that for me to give a lifetime performance
I need to show them, I’m surrounded by child actors
Kids are acting
I cut out my soul and gave all my artistry
When everyone was cutting down everyone else
I cut down myself
cuz I am Groot mo’fucka

Ay mind yo fuckin’ business
Don’t need to worry about me
If you’re jealous, just say you’re jealous
I’m fine even if you don’t care about me
Don’t you worry ’bout me
u know I’m fly muthafucka
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
If it’s about me, no thanks
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
Worrying about me? No thanks

Thanks for caring
For swimming on your own with your gills
take care of yourself
Just worry about getting the chicken legs first
It’s just an image, so good at it, zip your lips huh?
You can act like you’re a big guy but you can’t digest
It’s not easy, the stage is about your rashness
Check it motherfuckers, my lyrics
Even using the word motherfucker is being called misogynistic, shit

People who don’t even know the R from Rhyme become producers
My farmer uncle is like an entertainment producing rep
My nephew acts like a music critic
I’m just a piece of gossip for you
But I’m not your boss, I’m not your teacher
So if you start critiquing someone, it bothers me
If you’re curious about my private life
You be my mother, bitch- ok?

Ay mind yo fuckin’ business
Don’t need to worry about me
If you’re jealous, just say you’re jealous
I’m fine even if you don’t care about me
Don’t you worry ’bout me
u know I’m fly muthafucka
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
If it’s about me, no thanks
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
Worrying about me? No thanks

I don’t care about competition, my eyes and ears are turned away
I keep looking for my next vacation destination
As I age, I realize life is subjective
My life values are more important than others
I walked my own path since high school
Thanks to the few who worried about me when even I didn’t
Thanks to doing what I had to do
Now I have more money and time

You do you, time is money
I guess you’re doing fine then?
If you’re thinking of giving it to me, think harder
I’m a big eater, so even if I take it, it’s just a bite
Even when I drink water, I swim in my despair
Even if I stay off the grid, the 14-year old song keeps my boat afloat
Because communication is more popular than ignorance
I’ll listen to you all
All you with complaints, line up here

I’m a first class delinquent and a third class celebrity
My Hollywood style love life is the start of my mom’s stress
Life is a continuous goodbye train, I take it out without rest
I hope my next lover is a doctor at a mental hospital
I keep looking at other people, I’m a grade-A handicap
My unhappiness is your happiness, yea enjoy it all you can
But donating your eyes to me? That’s too much
Stop worrying about me
I’m just looking far ahead, to one side

The hip hop scene is still a 500/30 size to me
It’s too fucked up for my soul to live in, I’m just sighing
I only care about my life and death
Even if I get shit on, I don’t get embarrassed
“A CEO who doesn’t go to work”
“A rapper who doesn’t hustle”
But why are all the girls who bathe in my foam so pretty?
I can’t be included in the names of the diligent anymore
Chased by time, I see my murdered, dead body
I’ll release an album when it’s time
So criticize me when it comes out
Sorry to all my fans who are waiting, I feel like shit
There’s no fucking money in this so why are you so negative?
Go scratch your oppa’s asshole a little more
Fuck your magnetic
I can talk for a hundred days but only my lips will hurt
I’ve pooped on Epik’s album
This is the part 2 of Born Hater that I shit on before
If you’re not gonna give me a standing ovation, then spit in my face

Ay mind yo fuckin’ business
Don’t need to worry about me
If you’re jealous, just say you’re jealous
I’m fine even if you don’t care about me
Don’t you worry ’bout me
u know I’m fly muthafucka
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
If it’s about me, no thanks
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
Worrying about me? No thanks

You get one life
Don’t waste it on me
Can I live my life?
Let me live it how I wanna.
Worrying about me? No thanks
Worrying about me? No thanks
Worrying about me? No thanks
I am

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