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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charli xcx
Charli xcx
Vocals
Waylon Rector
Waylon Rector
Guitar
Alexander Guy Cook
Alexander Guy Cook
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Guy Cook
Alexander Guy Cook
Songwriter
Charlotte Aitchison
Charlotte Aitchison
Songwriter
Waylon Rector
Waylon Rector
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Cahill
Matt Cahill
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Niko Battistini
Niko Battistini
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
Mixing Engineer
Alexander Guy Cook
Alexander Guy Cook
Producer

Lyrics

Oh-oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah No, no Ooh-oh Yeah, yeah I might need a lot I might need attention I might wanna fight I might not let it go I love you so much I'm so under pressure You're choking my neck You might not let me go When the lights are out And I feel a little low That's when your noise is cruelest When I really catch your bullets Try to breathe it out 'Cause I don't want it to hurt It makes it harder when my name's on your shirt But I don't give a fuck what you think about me (ah) And I don't give a fuck 'bout the things that you do (yeah) And I don't give a fuck what you think about me (what?) What you think about me So yeah, fuck you I don't give a fuck what you think about me (no) And I don't give a fuck 'bout the things that you do (huh) And I don't give a fuck what you think about me What you think about me So yeah, fuck you 'Cause I don't give a fuck what you think about me And I don't give a fuck 'bout the things that you do And I don't give a fuck what you think about me What you think about me So yeah, fuck you (fuck you) I don't give a fuck what you think about me (yeah) And I don't give a fuck 'bout the things that you do And I don't give a fuck what you think about me What you think about me So yeah, fuck you (fuck you) When my blood is boiling, I can't see the light Wanna prove a point 'cause it's in my design Both got some demons to exorcise Why say you hate me to feel alive? Yeah, yeah When the lights are out And I feel a little low That's when your noise is cruelest When I really catch your bullets Try to breathe it out But when I talk, it makes it worse It makes it harder when my name's on your shirt But I don't give a fuck what you think about me (nah) And I don't give a fuck 'bout the things that you do (no) And I don't give a fuck what you think about me What you think about me So yeah, fuck you (fuck you) I don't give a fuck what you think about me (Hey) And I don't give a fuck 'bout the things that you do (No) And I don't give a fuck what you think about me What you think about me So yeah, fuck you 'Cause I don't give a fuck what you think about me And I don't give a fuck 'bout the things that you do And I don't give a fuck what you think about me What you think about me So yeah, fuck you (fuck you) I don't give a fuck what you think about me And I don't give a fuck 'bout the things that you do (No) And I don't give a fuck what you think about me What you think about me So yeah, fuck you (fuck you) Ah-ha, haha What you think about me Fuck you And I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck What you think about me I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, ah
Writer(s): Charlotte Aitchison, Alexander Cook, Waylon Rector Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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