Damageplan - F*** You Lyrics
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F*** You
F*** You Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For F*** You By Damageplan?
F*ck you I'm through
I want nothing more from you My sanity is wearing thin Irate, I hate You determined your own fate Now everything is caving in F*ck your power trip and F*ck your attitude and F*ck your bloated ego too F*ck your history Your tragedy, your misery But most of all f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you F*ck this, all of this Bitch and moan and bleed and piss Seconds away from goin' down Go ahead and push me Your fakery, your butchery Is nothing compared to my hate for you F*ck your apathy and F*ck your empathy and F*ck your nihilism too F*ck your bitter pills Take 'em all, you never will But most of all f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you Nothing changes, nothing fazes, nothing stays the same Nothing changes, nothing fazes, nothing stays the same You consulate, just a touch Let myself be considered for themselves Let's sit up Hear that sound It's not time to hang out The summer eclipse doesen't exist Don't watch it and hate the world F*ck your power trip and F*ck your attitude and F*ck your bloated ego too F*ck your history Your tragedy, your misery But most of all, motherfucker f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you |
Who Wrote F*** You By Damageplan?
Corey Taylor, Darrell Abbott, Patrick Lachman, Vincent Abbott
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What's The Duration Of The F*** You By Damageplan?The duration of F*** You is 3:09 minutes and seconds. |
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