That One Song - Ph8

Fuck you

Why you gotta talk shit

(fuck you)

Is it really me that your mad at Are you dealing with the feeling that your insecure

So you think that you’re a bad ass

Pop off man I’ve fucking had it So far I have let it go But now I’m fucking done

I don’t car about the consequence

When I’m done your gonna fucking wish

That you never would’ve put that knife into my back

Don’t try to come sucking up to me

Don’t try to say you want to talk to me So far I have let it go but now I’m simply

Done (done)

With you (with you)

And all the fucked up things that you put me through

No more

Will I stand for what you bring down on me No more

Can I take this lying down I’ve had enough

Just who the fuck do you think you are?

That you are better than everyone

You don’t mean shit

You have no tact

You aren’t worth the sweat off my back