Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ray Hawthorne
Songwriter
Gregory Lykyanov GAXILLIC
Songwriter
Deņiss Pridāns
Songwriter
Lyrics
So I'll just shut the fuck up!
I'll just shut the fuck up for good now, oh
Another shit day, it's getting colder
In all the replays, she's getting bolder
But all my friends think I barely know her
Then why did she say? (We are fucking over!)
Get up, get out, we're not friends, no crying
But you love it when you do (we're fucking done)
The way I fell out makes sense, I'm buying
A new kind of place for you, so
I could sell my soul to someone else
Sign away the keys and leave you down
In hell where you belong
And I hope you feel like you belong
When I sell my soul to someone else
I only wanna breathe if you're left down
In hell where you belong
And I hope you feel like you belong
Somewhere else with someone's nails
Digging deep in my back, on your knees, look at that
You're a creature of habit, a needle, a mattress
Get up, get out, we're not friends, no crying
But you love it when you do (we're fucking done)
The way I fell out makes sense, I'm buying
A new kind of place for you (shut the fuck up!)
I could sell my soul to someone else
Sign away the keys and leave you down
In hell where you belong
And I hope you feel like you belong
When I sell my soul to someone else
I only wanna breathe if you're left down
In hell where you belong
And I hope you feel like you belong
See you in fucking hell (somewhere else)
You fucking asshole, you fucking liar
You fucking manipulator, you goddamn witch
You would've played your cards right with me
You fucking asshole!
You
Writer(s): Ray Hawthorne
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