Jordyn Goins - Eff (Bo Burnham Cover) | Текст песни

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• Eff (Bo Burnham Cover)

Fuck the rules
Fuck the game
Fuck you tools
Fuck you're lame
If giving a fuck talking up then fuck it, fuck the fame
A bit unstable, fuck you brain
A bit like Abel, fuck you Cain
Dumb little fuck, if I'm fucking something up then fuck my name

Fuck the politicians
Fuck missionary missions
Fuck beauty competitions
Fuck bigoted traditions
I fucking hate that shit I do
and if you don't fuck it, fuck you too,
couldn't give a fuck who I'm talking to
Fucking who? Fuck you dude.
Fuck how I'm regarded,
or if I get bombarded
by sick creationists
who are borderline retarded

Yeah, fuck me for my hard works, fuck another hard word, fuck me for my hard work that got me into Harvard
Man fuck it, fuck my past, fuck the time fuck it fast
If you think I'm fucking with you then you're fucking with your fucking laughs

God bless you common cold, fuck the pope, fucking old, if he loved the poor than he would have sold his mansion made of solid gold

So fuck him, yeah, fuck it, fuck him, I said it, fuck it, fuck him, gonna save the deacons, preachers, all them geezers, fucking fuck it,
Fuck the fashion scene it is so fucking obscene, it will take a poor fat teen chick and make her turn bulimic

Fuck the shit that I came for
and fuck the shit that I paid for
and the rappers that made a name for
calling for a race war
Now go out and pimp their rides, buy, accessorize, and turn ten thousand bright eyes to the company run by the white guys

You suck, you fucking suck, you suck so much you suck, fuck, if I sucked as much as you I'd motherfucking shut it up,
you suck, you fucking suck it, so fucking shut it, drop the beat, then pick it up like Mr. Bucket.

You've got sticks and stones to turn to
But I've got words to hurt you
So save your bullets cause you're fucked (totally fucked)
You've got sticks and stones to turn to
But I've got words to hurt you
So save your bullets cause you're fucked


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