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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 fucking 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 You are using me Yes, you are using me F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, now let me tell you the truth I havе to have it my way, there is no justicе anyway Let me get back to business, pardon my impulsiveness I've 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? Letras de canciones Entrepreneurs and producers and freelancers to managers The whole wide world of bravados, upset liars 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, audio to loss Loss and hope, hope to death Death to rot, rotting to lust 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 From Letras Mania