Ain't Too Much Worried - MC Breed

I ain’t much too worried about the past

(Past)

Worried about the past

(Yeah

That’s the way I like it

Laid back, just like that

Now what that music feel like?)

I ain’t much too worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried

Worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

I ain’t much too worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried

Worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

Growin up in Flint, I went to Gundry Elementary

A Little fat kid who ain’t have shit, lived on Lorado Street

Don’t get me wrong, cause we was far from po' though

But up-to-date tennis shoes was far from affordable

A runaway, well, that describes me best

Cause if things ain’t go my way, it was time to jet

I ran back and forth from my mom’s to my pop’s house

And by the 9th grade I was a high school drop-out

15 and my life done went bad

By this time I was livin with my dad

Not thinkin 'bout what’s goin on in life

And if I have to carry a gun or a knife

Will I have to use it, if so, then it’s on

I never had a girlfriend to call my own

So what I’m seein now I’m really hopin it’ll last

But if not — hah, I ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

I ain’t much too worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried

Worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

I ain’t much too worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried

Worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

Now my old man, yo, he doesn’t say much

He works every day and fiddle-faddle with his truck

And when I went to school he was home in the bed

But when I came home, he was up gettin fed

Now people, don’t trip, see, my pops never hang

But I can tell you this: that he is up on the game

Seven in the morning, I’m dressed in my Levis

Headed for school with my nigga, my nerve, T-Ray

Reached into the room and got my dollar off the dresser

Knowin when I get to school I get ganked for the rest of it

Huh, I saw an apple on the table, had to get me one

Threw on my Crew hat, the first kid in Flint with one

Me and T-Ray walkin up Dupont

All I’m thinkin about is skippin, that’s what I’ll probably do

But it really don’t matter, nowadays it won’t last

I ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

I ain’t much too worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried

Worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

(I ain’t too much worried 'bout the past)

I ain’t much too worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried

Worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

So now I got a baby and a baby on the way

As long as me and both of the moms are cool, I’ll never have to pay

It’s not what I bargained for, but it’s what I’ve bought

And if I have to pay child support, I’d be my fault

But I ain’t the type to get uptight and fighting things

I’m tryin to be like Spike and 'do the right thing'

I’m never ridin dirty nor negotiatin kilos

Me and Pop Breed and Al Capone, we ride in trio

Coolin in the Cherokee, them girls hollerin «Eric Breed»

Puffin up on the dank, cause I ain’t messin with no generic weed

I’m in the world, I’m tryin to make a livin, son

We need money, and ain’t nobody givin none

My own boss, I’m workin at my j-o-b

No more kids and no more women playin me

And as long as I keep my mind on straight, I’m gon' last

I ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

I ain’t much too worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried

Worried about the past

(Huh, nah…)

Ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

(I ain’t too much worried 'bout the past)

I ain’t much too worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried

Worried about the past

Ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

(I ain’t too much worried 'bout the past)

Past tense…

I ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

Past tense, nonsense

Past tense, nonsense

Past tense…

I ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

Yo

You still gon' listen to this song

In '93?

In '94?

In '95…

I’ll have somethin new

But right now I want you to enjoy this

Cause in '95 — believe me

Your boy Breed, I ain’t too much worried 'bout the past

I’m outta here