F.U.R.B. (F U Right Back)

Ooh
Ooh
No no no
You know there are two sides to every story
See I don't know why your cryin' like a bitch
Talkin' shit like a snitch
Why'd you write a song 'bout me
If you really didn't care
You wouldn't wanna share
Tellin' everybody just how you feel
Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean Jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back
Fuck what I did it was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean Jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back
You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone
I had to, to do your friend
Now you want me to come back
You must be smokin' crack
I'm goin' else where and that's a fact
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo, your sex was wack
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo, your sex was wack
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
You questioned did I care
Maybe I would have
If you woulda gone down there
Now it's all over
But I do admit I'm glad I didn't catch your crabs
I can't sweat that 'cause I got to go
Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean Jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
You made me do this



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Passy, Eamon Jonathan Doyle, Kirk Steid Robinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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