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