Fuck Off Songtext
von Astrid S

Fitte, okay

I′ve been tryna tell you
Need to get this off my chest
But I can't find the right words
Been practicing it over in my head 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?


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 heart attack
Every time you get laid, you can't get it up
Did anybody ever 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
Baby, you should fuck off
Baby, you should, baby, you should fuck off
Baby, you should fuck off
Baby, you should

La-da-da, da-da-da-da, hey
La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Baby, you should