F.U.R.B. (F U Right Back)

nooooooo
ooooooooh
noooooonooonoooooo
you know there are two side to every story
see I don't
know why
you're crying like a bitch
talking shit like a snitch
or why yoooooou
write a song about me
if you really didn't care
you wouldn't wanna share
telling everybody just how you feel
Fuck what I did
Was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents
I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the crying,
It didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo
Fuck you right back
Fuck what I what I did
Was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents
I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the crying,
It didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo
Fuck you right back
You thooooought
You could
Really make me moan
I had better sex
All alone
I had toooooooo
To do your friend
Now you want me to come back
You must be smoking crack
I'm going elsewhere and that's a fact
All those nights, I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it
Aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights
You thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo,
Your sex was wack
Fuck all those nights, I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it
Aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights
You thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo,
Your sex was wack
ooooh ahh ah ah yeah
ooooh ahh ah ah yeah
ooooh ahh ah ah yeah
You question
Did I care?
Maybe I would haaaaave
If you would've gone down there
Now it's over
But I do admit I'm glad
I didn't catch your crabs
Can't sweat that
Coz I got to go
Fuck what I did
Was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents
I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the crying,
It didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo
Fuck you right back

You made me do this



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Passy, Eamon Jonathan Doyle, Kirk Steid Robinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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