I've been tryna tell you Need to get this off my chest But I can't find the right words Been practicing it over in my head For hours It keeps me up at night I even bought you flowers
Please, take it the right way You should fuck off I think you should fuck off Baby, you should fuck off I think you should fuck off
Hope you crash your car when it's new Hope all your lovers gonna cheat on you That all of your cards get declined Hopin' your wine always turns into water Is that your dick getting smaller? (Smaller)
I've been tryna tell you Need to get it off my chest I finally found the right words
Please, take it the right way You should fuck off Baby, you should fuck off Baby, you should fuck off Yеah, I think you should fuck off
Hope you make your friends laugh bеhind your back It hurts like a tiny little heart attack Every time you get laid, you can't get it up Did anybody ever tell you to stop Being an asshole? Is that your mouth or your asshole? 'Cause what comes out is the same shit
You should fuck off (Fuck off) Baby, you should fuck off (Fuck off) Baby, you should, baby, you should fuck off Baby, you should fuck off
La-da-da, da-da-da-da, hey La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Baby, you should
Compositores: Astrid Smeplass (Astrid S), Louise Irene Viktoria Lennartsson, Maria Karolina Hazell, Gustav Maans Nystroem (Gustav Mans Nystrom) ECAD: Obra #36824644