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Get that call
Can't hold shit down
Fuck it all
I'm going down
I used me a
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be sold
Fuck, fuck me out
Death, fuck
Let's fuck
Just don't touch me
Just fuck, fuck me
Fuck, fuck me out
Why don't you just
Fuck me out
Fuck, fuck me
I ain't shit
I know me, that ain't shit
Either
Fuck, fuck me, deceiver
I believe you every time
No one believes me
But that's alright
I'll prove them right
Like these fucks like these fucks
Come at me like
Can't hold shit down
Fuck it all
I'm going down
I used me a
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be sold
Fuck, fuck me out
Death, fuck
Let's fuck
Just don't touch me
Just fuck, fuck me
Fuck, fuck me out
Why don't you just
Fuck, fuck me out
Well I'll be
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I'll take you there
I'll meet you there
Fuck, no, fuck
Don't need it there
Don't matter where
We're there first
So what you worth
Not what you bought
Just like I thought
You ain't got shit
Don't trip, I got you
Yeah, I got that
Fuck, fuck, riff
I got a complex
Just for you
Have and hold
Like deuce deuce, have catch no
Yes, yes, yes
You should just
Fuck, fuck me
Yes, yes, yes
You should just
Fuck fuck me, yes yes yes
You should just
Fuck fuck me
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Get that call
Can't hold shit down
Fuck it all
I'm going down
I used me up
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be sold
Fuck, fucked me out
Death, fuck
Let's fuck
Just don't touch me
Just fuck, fuck me
Fuck, fuck me out
Why don't you just
Fuck me out
Fuck bloom blam, fuck blam blew, fuck boom blam
Fuck new glam, fuck glam new, fuck goon gland
Fuck fluke flam, fuck flam fluke, fuck half shoe
Fuck glim sham, fuck gam through, we statue
Fuck well-well, fuck our will, we're idiot
Fuck well-well, fuck our will, we're idiot
Fuck buy us, fuck our will, we cakewalk
Fuck suspect, we foretell, we séance
Fuck he she they we make me feel
Ugh ugh ugh
Woe is why us he she they fuss
Wah wah wah fuck
Blah blah blah fuck
Woe is why them why can't reach us
Blah blah blah fuck
Rah rah rah fuck
We have never been our business
Why don't you just
Fuck me out
Writer(s): Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Charles Hill, Andrew Morin
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