Loud, Lazy, Late

Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality

Can't you deal with your low appeal
With opposing talk
Those who can't be bought
You've no chance to beat them
With quid pro quo
You don't like my tone
But you're one sick puppy
And you won't get my bone

Can't you see you're no honey bee
You're no power source
You're no driving force
You've no pearls of wisdom
You're so empty
You don't like my tone
But your yellow belly
Ain't impressing me

Because you're
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality

Can't you show any will to grow
Any thoughts to be
Kinder than you've been
You've no empathy
It's all me me me
You don't like my tone
But you've abso-fucking-lutely
Got to go

Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Baker
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