Fuck All Your Worries Songtext
von Lumidee

Miss Curly Girl, expensive taste (taste, taste)
Run from the Bronx and, and the champagne (champagne, -pagne)
Who wants to sit down? Ending it (it, it)
Effort ways, let′s celebrate (-brate, -brate)

Oh, whoa
I'm leaving you behind
Oh, whoa (oh)
I′m leaving you behind (fuck all your worries)

This that old like me, younger days (younger days, younger days)
You can't tell me I can't play (play, play, play, play)
Ain′t got worries on my way (on my way, on my way)
Sometimes, blessings come with pain (pain, pain)


(Fuck all your) oh, fuck the pleas
Man, I′ll leave
Oh, fuck the "please"
Don't ever meet me (worries)

This the one and this could be (be, be)
I′ll be on my best behav' (best behavior)
Talk shit ′cause we're elevated
Watch us make our great escape (great escape, great escape)

Oh, whoa
I′m leaving you behind
Oh, whoa (oh)
I'm leaving you behind (fuck all your worries)

Fuck all your, fuck all, fu-fu-fuck all your, fuck all
Fu-fu-fuck all y-, ck-ck-ck a-a-all, fuck all your worries
Fuck all your, fuck all, fu-fu-fuck all your, fuck all
Fu-fu-fuck all y-, ck-ck-ck a-a-all, fuck all your worries


Oh, fuck the pleas
Man, I'll leave
Oh, fuck the "please"
Don′t ever meet me