You know you got to slow me down
Uuu I’m talking ‘cause I’m right
I only got it in my head
We are soon to start a fight
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Remember football in the streets
Remember fighting over me
The day you fell out of a tree, tree
All these times we had a ball
He's my brother, we're a band
But my patience is running out
He is a really nice guy,
I'd like to punch him on his mouth
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
If you really need him
You can take it easy
If you really need him
We’re driving through these drunken nights
Angry looks filled with pride
Silence is broken by a laugh, laugh
We knew this from the start
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Sean Jacobs, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Darrin Dean
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