IDGAF
(C) 2025 Tellico Music (BMI)
Written by Jubal Lee Young

You holler out at me,
Hey, whatcha want for dinner
I don’t give a fuck
You ask me,
Who’s a gonna be the winner
Lord, I don’t give a fuck

I came into this world with so many to give
But my supply’s done been out-lived
So if you want me to care you’re shit out of luck
I don’t give a fuck

Monday, Tuesday, how many ways can you say
I don’t give a fuck
Wednesday, Thursday, they’re all a fuckin’ blursday
I don’t give a fuck

I can still recall the last one I gave
In hindsight, maybe it should have been saved
Friday through Sunday you might be in luck
Nah, I don’t give a fuck

Oh I used to give so many
About every little thing
Does she like me? Am I weird?
Is this OK? What do you think?
Then I went round and round and round and round
And round and round and round and round the sun
What do ya know?
Now I don’t give a fuck

I’d sing another verse but I’m sick of this shit
And I’ll write that one next…