Fuck It Up

I could stroke your hair
or tear it out of your head
I could kiss your throat
or I could choke you instead

I was doing ok
he was doing ok
I was doing alright
he was doing alright
you had to fk it up
you had to fk it up
and I was out of site
but he was out of site

you gotta fuck it up
you gotta fuck it up
you gotta fuck it up
you gotta fuck it up

impose to some coke
it was a matter in cause
I bet you look like a joke
She's slapping couple of twores

I could act to be fool
he could act to be fool
I could be fooled around
he could be fooled around
when I heard about you
and it slammed this taking all neck to killer clown

you gotta fuck it up
you gotta fuck it up

you gotta fuck it up
you gotta fuck it up ah-ah-ah-a-a
you gotta fuck it up ah-ah-ah-a-a
you gotta fuck it up ah-ah-ah-a-a
you gotta fuck it up ah-ah-ah-a-a
you gotta fuck it up ah-ah-ah-a-a
you gotta fuck it up
fuck it up
fuck it up
fuck it up
fuck it up



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Writer(s): Andrew John Park, Laurence Alexander Ash, Michael John Sheehy
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