Music: Marie Davidson/Pierre Guerineau
When it comes to truth, I'm the one to tell
You wanna meet me? Then come and meet with me
I'll show you how I am, how I truly am
But I'm not gonna cry for some silly lies
I've said it before, I'm truly imperfect
Fake positivity is as cringe as it gets
You wanna suck me? Screw your ****ing brand
Seven little letters, now it's time to spell
"F" for the fakers
"U" for utterly
"C", calculated
"K" for not so keen
"Y" for your bullshit
"O" for it's over
"U" were using me, yes, you were using me
F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, now let me tell you the truth
I have to have it my way, there is no justice anyway
Let me get back to business, pardon my impulsiveness
I tried to keep it civilized but I'm just unable to lie
No, I'm not gonna lie
Do you follow me? I said, do you follow me?
Entrepreneurs and producers and freelancers to managers
The whole wide world of providers and suppliers and insiders
Give me passion, give me more, I want your ass on the floor
All your asses on the floor, yes, all your asses on the floor
From trend to brand, ideal to loss
Loss and hope, hope to death
Death to rot, rotting to lost
Lust to misery, mind and trickeries
Piece by pieces, nothing for you and me
Nothing for you, nothing for me
I'll show you how I am, how I truly am
Now let me tell you the truth, but
Give me passion, give me more, I want your ass on the floor
All your asses on the floor, yes, all your asses on the floor
Give me passion, give me more, I want your ass on the floor
All your asses on the floor, yes, all your asses on the floor
Give me passion, give me more, I want your ass on the floor
All your asses on the floor, all your asses are mine
F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
F-U-C-K-Y
F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
F-U-C-K, F-U-C-K
But don't be fooled
I'm not that cool
I stick with the weirdos