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Don't Matter
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics


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Fake, fake, fake, feel me
(Hey)
Fake, fake
(Hey)
Fake, fake, fake, fake
(Hey, hey)

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 high all my secrets from that bitch
They keep callin' your 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 the traits of greatness and the starlight at my feet
So don't you take me to the preacher

Cause I might testify ay
Baby today
I might testify someday
Get it on my way
And I'm just a boy
I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, haha, yeah

And I ain't done with your mouth
Say that as good as a number 3
Want some more, you got away with the tongue in cheek
Never seen, I know the coat to your body
And the road to the vision is all communication
And we bust a nut
I left a stain in your inner part
You let it go
I know the words to your favorite
We know everything
But I don't have time for you baby
I am all for the profit, I am past my self destruction point
But you bring it back
I got a lie for you waitin' in my Cadillac
Cause you describe all the symptoms of a common feat
You said you read to the fire
It was good with the preacher and all the congregation
Would you testify?

I guess he at it again like
I guess he at it again like
I guess he at it again like
Let me put your knees to your chest and get ready
Let me put your knees to your chest and get ready

I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, pimps, pimps, ah

Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Everybody's invited
Everybody

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Isaiah Rashad's song "Don't Matter" carry a complex narrative filled with vivid imagery and internal dialogues. From the opening lines, the song dives into a theme of fakeness, portraying the presence of inauthenticity in the surrounding environment. The repetition of the term "fake" throughout the verses emphasizes this concept, while also highlighting the singer's resistance to conforming to such a facade. The lines "My shit go good with your mouth, don't it feel good?" illustrate the notion that the singer's words have value, and they resonate with the listener's very being. The suggestion of a "number 3" seems to denote a sort of sexual connotation, yet it also can be interpreted as an allusion to the spiritual significance of the number. Overall, the song conveys the message that the singer strives to maintain his authenticity in a world where he feels surrounded by superficiality.


Moreover, the song deals with the complexities of relationships and intimacy. The verses detail the singer's sexual encounter with a woman, describing the sexual act and the level of intimacy shared between them. The lyrics "I know the coat to your body/And the road to the vision is all communication" emphasize the depth of their connection, implying that they share a profound level of emotional familiarity. Nevertheless, the singer is also aware of the risks involved in such an affair, with lines like "I am past my self-destruction point/But you bring it back" suggesting that he knows indulging in this relationship might cost him his sanity.


Overall, "Don't Matter" is a layered portrayal of the singer's fight to maintain his authentic self in the face of inauthenticity and dealing with the emotional complexities of romantic relationships.


Line by Line Meaning

Fake, fake, fake, feel me
Calling out the fakeness around, hoping to be understood


My shit go good with your mouth, don't it feel good?
Praising his own music and asking his listeners to enjoy it too


It's a number 3, buckle up
Referring to his music as something you need to be ready for


Got to the scene it was bonafide pocket book
Arriving to prove he belongs there, with success as proof


And cause you high all my secrets from that bitch
Being wary of people who are always high and may spill secrets


They keep callin' your phone, I know he hate it
Constantly being bothered by people is a nuisance but he's aware that it happens


But the comet go
Acknowledging the inevitable flow of things


Keep us in tune and my hooker got another show
Remaining in sync and having new things to share through his music


I'm on the road just to see if I can make it back
Journeying to success and hoping to remain there


With just a scar and a carcass and a flaw
Showing up with imperfections but still staying true to himself


Like God and his kids
Being protective of himself and his creations, similar to a parent


I know you hate us but it's nothin' else
Assuming that there are people who may not like him or his music, but it won't stop him


They told me that I had to see it for my fuckin' self
Learning and experiencing success for himself, not through others


And if I make to the gates and he don't recognize
Hoping to be successful enough that even God recognizes him


That I had all the traits of greatness and the starlight at my feet
Believing in himself and his abilities, that he has the potential to reach great heights


So don't you take me to the preacher
Not needing the validation of others, especially through religion


Cause I might testify ay
Choosing to speak for himself, since he knows his own truth better than anyone else


And I'm just a boy
Humbling himself, reminding that he's still young and learning


I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
Describing the range of his content


And I ain't done with your mouth
Continuing to create music that others can enjoy


Say that as good as a number 3
Comparing his music to fast food, in the sense that it's easy to consume


Want some more, you got away with the tongue in cheek
Feeling confident and playful with his listeners


Never seen, I know the coat to your body
Being able to connect with others through his music, even if he's never met them before


And the road to the vision is all communication
Believing that communication is key to achieving success and fulfilling his goals


And we bust a nut
Celebrating success and achievements


I left a stain in your inner part
Leaving a lasting impression on listeners through his music


You let it go
Giving people the freedom to interpret his music as they want


I know the words to your favorite
Understands what people like and creates similar content


We know everything
Feeling like he understands his audience and their preferences well


But I don't have time for you baby
Reminding that as much as he appreciates his fans, he doesn't have the time for everyone


I am all for the profit, I am past my self destruction point
Acknowledging that although he may be self-destructive at times, he's now focused on making a profit


But you bring it back
Despite being past his self-destruction point, there are those who may still try to bring him down


I got a lie for you waitin' in my Cadillac
Being prepared to give a false front if necessary


Cause you describe all the symptoms of a common feat
Not being fooled by those who exhibit typical traits of trying to bring someone down


You said you read to the fire
Being able to connect with listeners by understanding their experiences and stories


It was good with the preacher and all the congregation
Going back to the idea of validation, and how it's not necessary for him to seek religious validation


Would you testify?
Asking the listener if they would vouch for his music or message


I guess he at it again like
Recognizing that he's doing it again, this time creating a new piece of music


Let me put your knees to your chest and get ready
Encouraging listeners to prepare themselves for the experience he will give them


Everybody's invited
Celebrating that his music is inclusive and for everyone




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Carter Lang, Isaiah Rashad McClain, Tyran Levon Donaldson

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