Testo Fuckin - Allday
Testo della canzone Fuckin (Allday), tratta dall'album Startup Cult
Back when life was suckin, uh
Fuck that we fuckin, uh
No hope nothin, uh
Fuck that we fuckin, uh
Fuck that we fuckin, uh
Fuck that we fuckin, uh
Fuck that we fuckin, uh
Fuck that we fuckin
Let me say
I was on a loan, once a night, taking money
At the motherfuckin pizza parlour
Counting doing dishes super quick
Cos I'm tryna run and fight it
Now its all I had it, watcha know about it
I was dripping in the shower, first train to the city
I would hop on it all started from the rain when it hit me
I could make it but I hate it missing the Saturday it's shitty
I'm addicted to these bitches, it's the greatest feeling when I'm in 'em like
We fuckin like
We fuckin like
We fuckin like, we fuckin out
Man, everything will come around
We fuckin like
We fuckin like
We fuckin like, we fuckin out
Man, everything will come around
My mind in the summer heat, isn't it high
Summers ago I was sitting inside
Work and tell girls these ridiculous lies
Summer's ahead and I'm spittin, I'm spittin
Just look at the pressure that sits in my mind
Seem like a difficult climb
Now's like a different time
Nothing forgiven, no nothing was given
Not giving, not giving ahh
Thinking bout loss
Thinking bout spending out, thinking bout cost
Thinking bout rejection, not about rocks
Nothing for a minute, now I'm digging out moss
Talking bout K, and I'm talking bout scum
Talkin bout me, I can never outrun
And I'll never bow down, and wherever I come
I'm a winner right now and I'll tell you how come
We fuckin
We fuckin like
We fuckin like
We fuckin like, we fuckin out
Man, everything will come around
We fuckin like
We fuckin like
We fuckin like, we fuckin out
Man, everything will come around
My mind in the summer heat, places I'll be
Girls that are trouble keep making a scene
Crumbs on the floor and there's plates in the sink
In my room, lights off it's Midday, it's Midday
She's shaking her tooshie, half naked, I'm looking
No dream to speak off, I'm chasing some pussy
Why taking my serious, baking me cookies
Boy are they tasty but really, but really, I
Don't care about shit
Got a little food and the friends that I'm with
Bet that I'll fuckin chill where I sit
So why go and make it more complex than it is
That's it, that's it
Pessimistic Til I turn it around, make everything switch
Looking like in this life, and repetitiveness
Don't tell me what it is, I'm sexing this bitch like uh
We fuckin like
We fuckin like
We fuckin like, we fuckin out
Man, everything will come around
We fuckin like
We fuckin like
We fuckin like, we fuckin out
Man, everything will come around
Life was suckin
Fuck that we fuckin
No hope nothin
Fuck that we fuckin
Fuck that we fuckin, uh
Fuck that we fuckin, uh
Fuck that we fuckin, uh
Fuck that we fuckin
Let me say
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Writer(s): Tomas Henry Gaynor, Nino Julian Ruello, Tom Stow
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