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Death Grips - Fuck Me Out Lyrics



Death Grips - Fuck Me Out Lyrics




Get that call
Can't hold shit down
F*ck it all
I'm going down
I use me up
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be told
F*ck f*cked me out

Death, f*ck
Let's f*ck
Just don't touch me
Just f*ck-f*ck me
F*ck me out
Why don't you just f*ck-f*ck me out

F*ck-f*ck me
I ain't shit
I know it
That ain't shit
Either
F*ck-f*ck me
Deceiver
I believe you
Every time
No one believes me
But that's alright
I'll prove them right
Like these f*cks
Like these f*cks

Come at me like
Can't hold shit down
F*ck it all
I'm going down
I use me up
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be sold
F*ck f*cked me out

Death, f*ck
Let's f*ck
Just don't touch me
Just f*ck-f*ck me
F*ck me out
Why don't you just f*ck-f*ck me out

Well I'll be
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
I'll take you there
I'll meet you there
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Don't need it there
Don't matter where
We're there first
So what you worth
Not what you bought
Just like I thought
You ain't got shit
Yeah, I got this
F*ck, f*ck riff
I got a complex
Just for you to
Have and hold
Like deuce deuce
Catch no no
Yes, yes, yes you should just
F*ck-f*ck me
Yes, yes, yes you should just
F*ck-f*ck me
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

Get that call
Can't hold shit down
F*ck it all
I'm going down
I use me up
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be told
F*ck f*cked me out

Death, f*ck
Let's f*ck
Just don't touch me
Just f*ck-f*ck me
F*ck me out
Why don't you just f*ck-f*ck me out

F*ck bloom bam, f*ck bam blew, f*ck boom blam
F*ck new glam, f*ck glam new, f*ck goon gland
F*ck fluke flam, f*ck flam fluke, f*ck half shoe
F*ck glim sham, f*ck gam through, we statue
F*ck well-well, f*ck our well, we're idiot
F*ck well-well, f*ck our well, we're idiot
F*cks buy us, f*ck bind spell, we cakewalk
F*ck suspect, we foretell we séance
F*ck he, she, they, we, make me feel
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Woe is why us he she they fuss
Blah, blah, blah, f*ck
Wah, wah, wah, f*ck
Woe is why them, why can't reach us?
Blah, blah, blah, f*ck
Wah, wah, wah, f*ck
We have never been our business
Why don't you just
F*ck me out
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Get that call
Can't hold shit down
F*ck it all
I'm going down
I use me up
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be told
F*ck f*cked me out

Death, f*ck
Let's f*ck
Just don't touch me
Just f*ck-f*ck me
F*ck me out
Why don't you just f*ck-f*ck me out

F*ck-f*ck me
I ain't shit
I know it
That ain't shit
Either
F*ck-f*ck me
Deceiver
I believe you
Every time
No one believes me
But that's alright
I'll prove them right
Like these f*cks
Like these f*cks

Come at me like
Can't hold shit down
F*ck it all
I'm going down
I use me up
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be sold
F*ck f*cked me out

Death, f*ck
Let's f*ck
Just don't touch me
Just f*ck-f*ck me
F*ck me out
Why don't you just f*ck-f*ck me out

Well I'll be
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
I'll take you there
I'll meet you there
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Don't need it there
Don't matter where
We're there first
So what you worth
Not what you bought
Just like I thought
You ain't got shit
Yeah, I got this
F*ck, f*ck riff
I got a complex
Just for you to
Have and hold
Like deuce deuce
Catch no no
Yes, yes, yes you should just
F*ck-f*ck me
Yes, yes, yes you should just
F*ck-f*ck me
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

Get that call
Can't hold shit down
F*ck it all
I'm going down
I use me up
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be told
F*ck f*cked me out

Death, f*ck
Let's f*ck
Just don't touch me
Just f*ck-f*ck me
F*ck me out
Why don't you just f*ck-f*ck me out

F*ck bloom bam, f*ck bam blew, f*ck boom blam
F*ck new glam, f*ck glam new, f*ck goon gland
F*ck fluke flam, f*ck flam fluke, f*ck half shoe
F*ck glim sham, f*ck gam through, we statue
F*ck well-well, f*ck our well, we're idiot
F*ck well-well, f*ck our well, we're idiot
F*cks buy us, f*ck bind spell, we cakewalk
F*ck suspect, we foretell we séance
F*ck he, she, they, we, make me feel
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Woe is why us he she they fuss
Blah, blah, blah, f*ck
Wah, wah, wah, f*ck
Woe is why them, why can't reach us?
Blah, blah, blah, f*ck
Wah, wah, wah, f*ck
We have never been our business
Why don't you just
F*ck me out
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Writer: ANDREW MORIN, STEFAN CORBIN BURNETT, ZACHARY CHARLES HILL
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED

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