Don't Matter

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad] Free, free, free, free (Hey), free yo mind Free, free, free (Hey) Free, free, free, free (Hey, hey) [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] My shit go good with your mouth, don't it feel good? It's a number 3, buckle up Got to the scene it was bonafide pocket book And 'cause you hide all my secrets from that bitch They keep callin' yo' phone, I know he hate it But the comet go Keep us in tune, and my hooker got another show I'm on the road just to see if I can make it back With just a scar and a carcass and a flaw Like God and his kids, I know you hate us but it's nothin' else They told me that I had to see it for my fuckin' self And if I make to the gates and he don't recognize That I had all them traits of greatness and the starlight at my feet So don't you take me to the preacher [Bridge: Lance Skiiiwalker & Isaiah Rashad] 'Cause I might testify, ayy Baby (Hey), today (I guess I got it) I might testify someday (God, uh) Get it on my way (Uh) And I'm just a boy (Yeah) [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad] Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, ho's, haha, yeah [Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad] And I ain't done with your mouth Say that it's good as a number 3 Want some more? you got away with the tongue-in-cheek Never seen, I know the code to your body And the road to division is all communication And we bust a nut I left a stain in your innard, don't you let it grow I know the words to your favorite (Hey) and your everything But I don't tithe for you baby I am all for the profit, I'm past my self-destruction But you bring it back I got a line for you waitin' in my Cadillac 'Cause you describe all the symptoms of a common fiend You said you read to the fire It was good with the preacher and all the congregation Would you testify? [Bridge: Isaiah Rashad, Isaiah Rashad & Lance Skiiwalker] I guess he at it again like, haha I guess he at it again like (Oh, Zay) I guess he at it again like So let me put your knees to your chest and get ready Let me put your knees to your chest and get ready [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad] Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, ho's, pimps, pimps, pimps, huh [Outro: Isaiah Rashad] Huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh Everybody's invited Everybody