Fuck It

(Fuck it)
(Fuck it)
(Fuck it)

Poppin' bottles isn't really cool like that
Open-ended questions, fuck me up like that
Takin' pretty pictures, kinda lame like that
In a minute, dip into a pool like that

You're a fuckin' problem, did you know?
I don't think you do
I think I can solve it, did you know?
You don't get to choose
Tear you up, spit you out, and I won't look back (fuck it)

Shh, fuck it
Shh, fuck it (fuck it)
Shh, fuck it
Shh, fuck it (fuck it)

Hit you like a fuckin' drum
Like a drum
You sound like a fuckin' punk
Like a punk

(Hit it, hit it)
(Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it)
(Hit you, hit you, hit you, hit you)

Feelin' kinda sexy 'cause I move like that
Look around and find out I'ma rule like that
Why you actin' stupid? You're a bitch like that
Fuck around and find out I'm a freak like that

You're a fuckin' problem, did you know?
I don't think you do
I think I can solve it, did you know?
You don't get to choose
Tear you up, spit you out and I won't look back

(Hit it, hit it)
(Hit it, hit it, hit it)
(Hit you, hit you, hit you)
(Fuck it)

You sure do talk a lot
But you're full of shit
You sure do talk a lot
But you're full (fuck it)

Hit you like a fuckin' drum
Like a drum
You sound like a fuckin' punk
Like a punk (fuck it)

Hit you like a fuckin' drum (shh, fuck it)
Like a drum
You sound like a fuckin' punk (shh, fuck it)
Like a punk (fuck it)
(Shh, fuck it)

Shh, you sure do talk a lot
But you're full of shit
You sure do talk a lot
But you're full (fuck it)



Credits
Writer(s): David Butler, Matthew Brue
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