So What (Letra)

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Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
Na-na-na-na na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na

Na-na-na-na na-na

I guess I just lost my husband
I don’t know where he went
So I’m gonna drink my money
I’m not gonna pay his rent

(Nope!)
I got a brand new attitude
And I’m gonna wear it tonight
I’m gonna get in trouble

I wanna start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
I wanna start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na

I wanna start a fight!
So, so what?
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves

And I don’t need you
And guess what
I’m having more fun
And now that we’re done

I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright
I’m just fine

And you’re a tool
So, so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves

And I don’t want you tonight
Uh, check my flow, uh
The waiter just took my table
And gave it to Jessica Simp, shit!

I guess I’ll go sit with drum boy
At least he’ll know how to hit
What if this song’s on the radio
Then somebody’s gonna die

I’m gonna get in trouble
My ex will start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
He’s gonna start a fight

Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
We’re all gonna get in a fight!
So, so what?
I’m still a rock star

I got my rock moves
And I don’t need you
And guess what
I’m having more fun

And now that we’re done
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright

I’m just fine
And you’re a tool
So, so what?
I am a rock star

I got my rock moves
And I don’t want you tonight

You weren’t there
You never were
You want it all
But that’s not fair

I gave you life
I gave my all
You weren’t there
You let me fall

So, so what?
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don’t need you

And guess what
I’m having more fun
And now that we’re done
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright
I’m just fine
And you’re a tool
So, so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don’t want you tonight
No no, no no
I don’t want you tonight
You weren’t there
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright
I’m just fine
And you’re a tool
So, so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don’t want you tonight
Ba-da-da-da, da-da

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So What (Letra)

Zebrahead

Rock

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Waking up – another day to elevate
Eyes makin’ figure eights, a hung over golden state
Rebel radio – through the stereo

Punk rock scenario telling me to let it go
Cuz when it feels like everyone’s against me
Cops wanna frisk me and no one wants to kiss me
I stay up high so I’m floating like a ghost
And I make another toast to the coast with the most

So what
If there’s a change in the weather
So what
If it doesn’t get better
So what
If the loving ain’t free

Cause I’m happy right here in the California breeze

So what
If there’s a change in the weather
So what
If it doesn’t get better
So what
If the loving ain’t free
Cause I’m happy right here in the California breeze

Skate around on the town with the summer set
Bummin’ on a cigarette, hum like a turbo jet

On a plateau, I forgot to pass go
Kickin’ it downtown ended up in the gallows
But when it feels like tomorrow’s looking risky
The pressure’s gonna twist me

And cynics come to diss me
I stay up high so I’m floating like a ghost
And I make another toast to the coast with the most

So what

If there’s a change in the weather
So what
If it doesn’t get better
So what

If the loving ain’t free
Cause I’m happy right here in the California breeze
So what
If there’s a change in the weather
So what
If it doesn’t get better
So what
If the loving ain’t free
Cause I’m happy right here in the California breeze
I’m happy right here in the California breeze
Yeah, I’m happy right here in the California breeze
Waking up – another day to elevate
Eyes makin’ figure eights
A hung over golden state
I stay up high so I’m floating like a ghost
And I make another toast to the coast with the most
So what
If there’s a change in the weather
So what
If it doesn’t get better
So what
If the loving ain’t free
Cause I’m happy right here
So what
If there’s a change in the weather
So what
If it doesn’t get better
So what
If the loving ain’t free
Cause I’m happy right here in the California breeze
So what
If there’s a change in the weather
So what
If it doesn’t get better
So what
If the loving ain’t free
Cause I’m happy right here in the California breeze
I’m happy right here in the California breeze
Yeah, I’m happy right here in the California breeze

So What (Letra)

Ciara Part. Field Mob

Hip Hop

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Ladies and gentlemen
Jazzy Phae
Field Mob
Ciara
Superstar djs
Here we go

[Chorus]
And they say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in drama(and I heard)
He’s nuthin’ but a pimp
He’s got a lot of chicks
He’s always in the club (and they say)
He think he slick
He’s got a lot of chips
He’s so messed up (and I heard)
He’s been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain’t nuthin’ but a thug
So what [4x]

[verse 1]
And they say, I’m a slut, I’m a ho, I’m a freak
I got a different girl everyday of the week
You too smart, you’d be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard that they say about me
They say that I’m this, they say that I’m that
But all of it’s fiction none of its facts
But you don’t be hearin’ it about your lover
You let it go in one ear and out the other
Now he say she say they say I heard
If they fake we can’t let it get on our nerves
She miserable she just want you to be like her
Misery needs company so don’t listen to that vine of grapes
They’re nuthin’ but liars hatin’
And I bet they wouldn’t mind tradin’ places
With you by my side in my Mercedes

[chorus]
And they say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in drama(and I heard)
He’s nuthin’ but a pimp
He’s got a lot of chicks
He’s always in the club (and they say)
He think he slick
He’s got a lot of chips
He’s so messed up (and I heard)
He’s been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain’t nuthin’ but a thug
So what [4x]

Tell ‘em CiCi

[verse 2]
No money no problems, life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin’
So what that’s your cousin
That don’t mean nuthin’
Her like missin’ is a type of affection you get
You just blind to the facts
See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion
But listen, say you love me
Gotta trust me
why you stress this high school mess
Break up, never, they just jealous
Drama from your mother, mean mug from your brother
I’m that author of the book they can judge from the cover
(Yes) I been to jail (and yes) I’m grindin’ for real
I’m a positive talkin’ negative pimp
They hate to see you doin’ better than them
So

[chorus]
And they say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in drama(and I heard)
He’s nuthin’ but a pimp
He’s got a lot of chicks
He’s always in the club (and they say)
He think he slick
He’s got a lot of chicks
He’s so messed up (and I heard)
He’s been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain’t nuthin’ but a thug
So what [4x]

Ladies and gentlemen
Ciara

[verse 3]
Some people don’t like it
Cuz you hang out in the street
But your my boyfriend
You’ve always been here for me
This love is serious
No matter what people think
I’m gon’ be here for ya
And I don’t care what they say

Some people don’t like it
Cuz you hang out in the street
But your my boyfriend
You’ve always been here for me
I like the thug in ya
No matter what people think
I’m gon’ be here for ya
And I don’t care what they say

[chorus]
And they say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in drama(and I heard)
He’s nuthin’ but a pimp
He’s got a lot of chicks
He’s always in the club (and they say)
He think he slick
He’s got a lot of Chicks
He’s so messed up (And I Heard)
He’s been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain’t nuthin’ But A Thug
So What [4x]

So What (Letra)

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Die! die! die! die!
Scum sucking depravity debauched!
Anal fuck-fest, thrill olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctify
So what? so what?
Die! die! die! die!

Die! die! die! die!
You said it!
Sedatives supplied become laxatives
My eyes shit out lies
I only kill to know i’m alive
So what? so what?
Die! die! die! die!

Die! die! die! die!
So what, it’s your problem to learn to live with
Destroy us, or make us saints
We don’t care, it’s not our fault that we were born too late
A screaming headache on the brow of the state
Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest, we say, we say
So what? so what?
Die! die! die! die!

Die!
Now i know what is right
I’ll kill them all if i like
I’m a time bomb inside
No one listens to reason,
It’s too late and i’m ready to fight!
So what? now i’m ready to fight!

So What (Letra)

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Die! die! die! die!
Scum sucking depravity debauched!
Anal fuck-fest, thrill olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctify
So what? so what?
Die! die! die! die!

Die! die! die! die!
You said it!
Sedatives supplied become laxatives
My eyes shit out lies
I only kill to know i’m alive
So what? so what?
Die! die! die! die!

Die! die! die! die!
So what, it’s your problem to learn to live with
Destroy us, or make us saints
We don’t care, it’s not our fault that we were born too late
A screaming headache on the brow of the state
Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest, we say, we say
So what? so what?
Die! die! die! die!

Die!
Now i know what is right
I’ll kill them all if i like
I’m a time bomb inside
No one listens to reason,
It’s too late and i’m ready to fight!
So what? now i’m ready to fight!

So What (Letra)

Contribuição

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Oh i was born and raised in alabam
Well it sounds better than leeds
Mama said the sooner you grow up
The sooner you can leave
And thus i came into existence
What else can i tell you
I could reminisce about the kiss
That really blew my mind
I could demonstrate how when i was eight
I celebrated nine
I could be young i might be old
I could be and if so
So what

Got my finger on the trigger
Whatever that’s supposed to mean
Got my thumb caught in between the door
After which i screamed
It only hurts now when i suck it
What else can i tell you
Well its very sad to think you had
More money than good sense
Now you’ve lost it all your back to call
On me you’re oldest friend
I’m not a man who minces words
And if that sounds absurd
So what

Even if it’s likely to become the flavour of the year
Demonstrating for the right to work is work that is sincere
There ain’t no pride in being idle
What else can i tell you
Well i’ve been described as looking like a nothing of a man
Had my work reviewed by critics who dismiss me out of hand
They say i’m middle of the road i say if that is so
So what

So What (Letra)

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Who’s gonna give a shit
Who’s gonna take the call
When you find out that the road ahead
Is painted on a wall
And you’re turned up to top volume
And you’re just sitting there in pause
With your feral little secret
Scratching at you with its claws
And you’re trying hard to figure out
Just exactly how you feel
Before you end up parked and sobbing
Forehead on the steering wheel

Who are you now
And who were you then
That you thought somehow
You could just pretend
That you could figure it all out
The mathematics of regret
So it takes two beers to remember now
And five to forget
That i loved you so
Yeah, i loved you, so what

How many times undone
Can one person be
As they’re careening through the facade
Of their favorite fantasy
You just close your eyes slowly
Like you’re waiting for a kiss
And hope some lowly little power
Will pull you out of this
But none comes at first
And little comes at all
And when inspiration finally hits you
It barely even breaks your fall

Who were you then
And who are you
Now that you can’t pretend
That you can figure it all out
Subtract out the impact
And the fall is all you get
So it takes two beers to remember now
And three more to forget
That i loved you so
Yeah, i loved you, so what
I loved you
So what

So What! (Letra)

Jane's Addiction

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Man ain’t meant to work
C’mon build a machine!
So we can sleep and make love deeper
Later we can dance and we can drink!

Man ain’t meant to work
C’mon build a machine!
So we can live for our own pleasure
Please yourself! please your queens!

Early morning the sun is yawning
I am not kind yet
I am certain, i have no doubt
Life is for playing

Days like these
I hardly disagree

So what! that’s my conclusion
I think i’m gonna dig myself now

So What? (Letra)

Cure

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I’m not meant to be here
But so what?
And nobody’s
Nobody’s taken your place
Nobody’s taken your place

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And if you knew
Nothing could replace you
If you were sane
Your heart wouldn’t ache
But so what?
So what?
So what?

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When i told you what i
And i

And i wouldn’t ask you to pretend
That we were one
And still another time
Forget all the lies forgive me the wounds
And all the world was used to love
And yes we’d still be happy in another time
But so what?
So what?

So please send me icing and decorating sets
I enclose a cheque and postal order number

So what?
So what?

So What (Letra)

Ani DiFranco

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(originally recorded by the anti-nowhere league)

So fucking what!

Well, i’ve been to hastings and i’ve been to brighton
I’ve been to eastbourne too
So what, so what
And i’ve been here, i’ve been there
I’ve been every fucking where
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you

Well, i’ve fucked the queen, i’ve fucked bach
I’ve even sucked an old man’s cock
So what, so what
And i’ve fucked a sheep, i’ve fucked a goat
I rammed my cock right down its throat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you

And i’ve drunk that, i’ve drunk this
I’ve spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what
I’ve had scank, i’ve had speed
I’ve jacked up until i bleed
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you

A-hahaha!

Yeah!

I’ve had crabs, i’ve had lice
I’ve had the clap and that ain’t nice
So what, so what
I’ve fucked this, i’ve fucked that
I’ve even fucked a school girl’s twat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you

So fucking what!
Yeah