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russell! - u2 lyrics
[pre-chorus]
he say, she say, but he she don’t do
i can’t do what they want, i got nothin’ to prove
shut hold them lips up, i can’t give a fuck about you (real shit, real)
if he hate me, and she hate me, well…
[verse 1]
back with another, another whack track from the gutter
hate to kiss up your sister and smack up your brother, the badman, puttin’ you to sleep with the sandman and raw van damme
super kickin’ on b-tches, and i ain’t even got remorse for the public, roll to the club on a horse and of course b-tches love it
pop a cork and more stupid drunk, your lady’s laid out, i ain’t even gotta to force to fuck her (she want me)
straight from the depths of the basement, still hold the title of toronto’s own wasteman, and i ain’t gotta say shit
all this money got me thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ a vacation, but i stay here, i can’t slow down the work flow, my whole clique on work mode
i used to eat ramen noodles when i slept on the couch, now i eat ramen noodles in a silk robe, let ’em know
[pre-chorus]
he say, she say, but he she don’t do
i can’t do what they want, i got nothin’ to prove
shut hold them lips up, i can’t give a fuck about you
if he hate me, and she hate me, well…
[chorus]
fuck you too, fuck you too, can’t give a fuck about you, yeah
fuck you too, fuck you too, yeah homie, whatchu gon’ do?
yeah, fuck you too, fuck you too, old, present, or brand new
yeah, fuck you too, yeah, fuck you too, fuck you too
[verse 2]
now when i say, i said i wanted to be great
two bedroom apartment, mommy used to come home late
she had three jobs, had to put food on that table, so every single day i wake, i’d tell myself i’m gon’ make it
i can’t lie, i can’t fib, come to the crib, let me show you how i live
tryna get a mink [?] that’s pink like ’02 cameron, mashed potatoes and marinated salmon on my plate, i’m straight
i work hard, i play the hardest, let the kid just kick in the base retarded, fuck a verse, let the hook go bonkers, god d-mn!
[pre-chorus]
he say, she say, but he she don’t do
i can’t do what they want, i got nothin’ to prove
shut hold them lips up, i can’t give a fuck about you
if he hate me, and she hate me, well…
[chorus]
fuck you too, fuck you too, can’t give a fuck about you, yeah
fuck you too, fuck you too, yeah homie, whatchu gon’ do?
yeah, fuck you too, fuck you too, old, present, or brand new
yeah, fuck you too, yeah, fuck you too, fuck you too
[outro]
when i was younger, i used to think that i needed you, i needed you (fuck you too)
when i grew up and i noticed that shit was stupid, and y’all can’t do shit (fuck you too)
i used to wait outside of the party ’till i figured out that i didn’t get invited, so i threw my own *fuck you too)
now these people from my town want to claim me, like “man i used to be his friend”
fuck you boy you crazy
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