Fuck Off

Astrid S

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    Ah, okay

    I've been tryna tell you
    Need to get this off my chest
    But I can't find the right words
    And wrap this shit and hold it in my hand
    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
    Hoping your wine always turns into water
    Is that your dick getting smaller?

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    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
    Yeah, I think you should fuck off

    Hope you make your friends laugh behind your back
    It hurts like a tiny little hеart attack
    Every time you get laid thinking it off
    Did anybody еver 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
    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

    Song details

    Composition: Astrid S, Louise Irene Viktoria Lennartsson, Maria Karolina Hazell, and Gustav Mans Nystrom

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