Please, Fuck Off
Fuck off
(Fuck you!)
Hit that light switch, I can see your face now
Make you get fucking lost, ain't no sacred cow
Imagine life, like, thinkin' you're a boss
Selfish little bitch, you ain't no fucking loss
Life for me, is never for the rewards
All this suck dickin's got me fucking bored
Even your grandpa's dying to be adored
You play that blame game, lame like Henry Ford
(Fuck you!)
I'm past the point of giving chances
I don't got the space for that
It's about time I look out for myself
So it's fuck you if you're gonna be a rat
I'm past the point of giving chances
I don't got the space for that
It's about time I look out for myself
So it's fuck you if you're gonna be a rat
(Fuck you!)
Congratulations, you made it to the end of the song
Just a few more seconds now, yeah, it won't be long
Counting down the seconds, yeah
Counting down the hours, yeah
Until you zip that fucking lip, until you hit the showers
My youth is asleep or maybe I'm the one snoozing
Back in the day I'd be asking for that real bruising
Making music for a bunch of people that don't care
I feel empty with that pointless tired fanfare
Please, fuck off
(Fuck you!)
Hit that light switch, I can see your face now
Make you get fucking lost, ain't no sacred cow
Imagine life, like, thinkin' you're a boss
Selfish little bitch, you ain't no fucking loss
Life for me, is never for the rewards
All this suck dickin's got me fucking bored
Even your grandpa's dying to be adored
You play that blame game, lame like Henry Ford
(Fuck you!)
I'm past the point of giving chances
I don't got the space for that
It's about time I look out for myself
So it's fuck you if you're gonna be a rat
I'm past the point of giving chances
I don't got the space for that
It's about time I look out for myself
So it's fuck you if you're gonna be a rat
(Fuck you!)
Congratulations, you made it to the end of the song
Just a few more seconds now, yeah, it won't be long
Counting down the seconds, yeah
Counting down the hours, yeah
Until you zip that fucking lip, until you hit the showers
My youth is asleep or maybe I'm the one snoozing
Back in the day I'd be asking for that real bruising
Making music for a bunch of people that don't care
I feel empty with that pointless tired fanfare
Please, fuck off
Credits
Writer(s): Wyatt Shears, Fletcher Shears
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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