You Can F With Me
I'm cursed
'Cause I feel how you felt when you hurt me
What a talent I got there
Oh so talented girl you will get there first
'Cause I see what you saw when you held me wrongly
What a gift I was given
Oh so gifted my love you will heal them wounds
'Cause it's your job to do
Ain't nobody gon' fix it for you
Ain't nobody will do that for you
God, fate, karma
You know how to
Make my trauma
Valid for you
Weapons down, armor off
You can fuck with me, I'm all yours
Apocalypse, the aliens coming
You can shut me up, I'm done running
Weapons down, armor off
You can fuck with me, I'm all yours
Apocalypse, the aliens coming
You can shut me up, I'm done running
How bad was it
Can you rate your pain from 1 to 10 for me
1 2 3 4 5
I'm tired of hearing the same lines
I won't work for him
At least not when you're on the team
I mean, I mean, really
What makes a person a bad one
What is a crime if it's your son
How can you cross a line
If you don't know how to draw it
If you don't know what consent is
I get it
We are cursed
We are blessed
'Cause we never learned
How to make up for the shit that we've done
Weapons down, armor off
You can fuck with me, I'm all yours
Apocalypse, the aliens coming
You can shut me up, I'm done running
Weapons down, armor off
You can fuck with me, I'm all yours
Apocalypse, the aliens coming
You can shut me up, I'm done running
Weapons down, armor off
You can fuck with me, I'm all yours
Apocalypse, the aliens coming
You can shut me up, I'm done running
I'm done running
'Cause I feel how you felt when you hurt me
What a talent I got there
Oh so talented girl you will get there first
'Cause I see what you saw when you held me wrongly
What a gift I was given
Oh so gifted my love you will heal them wounds
'Cause it's your job to do
Ain't nobody gon' fix it for you
Ain't nobody will do that for you
God, fate, karma
You know how to
Make my trauma
Valid for you
Weapons down, armor off
You can fuck with me, I'm all yours
Apocalypse, the aliens coming
You can shut me up, I'm done running
Weapons down, armor off
You can fuck with me, I'm all yours
Apocalypse, the aliens coming
You can shut me up, I'm done running
How bad was it
Can you rate your pain from 1 to 10 for me
1 2 3 4 5
I'm tired of hearing the same lines
I won't work for him
At least not when you're on the team
I mean, I mean, really
What makes a person a bad one
What is a crime if it's your son
How can you cross a line
If you don't know how to draw it
If you don't know what consent is
I get it
We are cursed
We are blessed
'Cause we never learned
How to make up for the shit that we've done
Weapons down, armor off
You can fuck with me, I'm all yours
Apocalypse, the aliens coming
You can shut me up, I'm done running
Weapons down, armor off
You can fuck with me, I'm all yours
Apocalypse, the aliens coming
You can shut me up, I'm done running
Weapons down, armor off
You can fuck with me, I'm all yours
Apocalypse, the aliens coming
You can shut me up, I'm done running
I'm done running
Credits
Writer(s): Antonia Rug
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.