"STFU (Remix)" lyrics
Left to Suffer, Savage Ga$p & HotBox Lyrics
Um, so here's my problem with Left to Suffer
Severely overprocessed
There's too much
It takes away from my enjoyment of the music
That's the reason why I'm not a fan of this band particularly
This ain't rock music
That's what they be accusin'
But every drop these motherfuckers lose it
Too sick
Talkin shit just to boost it
But the truth is
Nowadays, there's always someone to blame
White knight type, virtue signal for change, yeah
Heard about you on my TikTok
Think we lost the plot, no plot, now I'm pissed off
I wish they'd go back to their old hits
I heard the vocalist is such a piece of shit
You sound like this you sound like that
Yea their new shit's fucking wack
This ain't rock music
That's what they be accusin
But every drop these motherfuckers lose it
Too sick
Talkin shit just to boost it, but the truth is
Say I'm a poser, come and throw hands with me
You think it's open mic, well this band's for free
You think you're a bitch, well I can't stand to see
You're talking shit, you're sitting down, how you ain't standing, mean?
Never did shit for yourself, boy, you're better hating
I fall up quick, head-on collision, better to bitter-pave it
Now I'm real bold to your body, boy, you better fake a favor
Don't make me... I'ma have to make you hate it!
This ain't rock music
That's what they be accusin'
But every drop these motherfuckers lose it
Too sick
Talkin shit just to boost it
But the truth is
I hate this stupid fucking world!
Light a fire!
I'll drag your fucking ass through the dirt!
There's no one getting higher, go!
Now die!
Yo! You!
In your bleached-out pants
I don't give a fuck about your...
Fuck!
You're a fake-ass motherfucker
Is that a video for the internet?
What the fuck?!
You're fake as shit!
You're fake as shit!
You're fake as shit!
Fuck you!
This ain't rock music
That's what they be accusin'
But every drop these motherfuckers lose it
Too sick
Talkin shit just to boost it
But the truth is
Uh, I'm in your head rent-free
Walking, spinning around like a subliminal soliloquy
I read it aloud, can't get down with your hypocritic-al, with a band-aid on your offensive shirt
I can purchase your house!
Fuck...You!
[?]
Severely overprocessed
There's too much
It takes away from my enjoyment of the music
That's the reason why I'm not a fan of this band particularly
This ain't rock music
That's what they be accusin'
But every drop these motherfuckers lose it
Too sick
Talkin shit just to boost it
But the truth is
Nowadays, there's always someone to blame
White knight type, virtue signal for change, yeah
Heard about you on my TikTok
Think we lost the plot, no plot, now I'm pissed off
I wish they'd go back to their old hits
I heard the vocalist is such a piece of shit
You sound like this you sound like that
Yea their new shit's fucking wack
This ain't rock music
That's what they be accusin
But every drop these motherfuckers lose it
Too sick
Talkin shit just to boost it, but the truth is
Say I'm a poser, come and throw hands with me
You think it's open mic, well this band's for free
You think you're a bitch, well I can't stand to see
You're talking shit, you're sitting down, how you ain't standing, mean?
Never did shit for yourself, boy, you're better hating
I fall up quick, head-on collision, better to bitter-pave it
Now I'm real bold to your body, boy, you better fake a favor
Don't make me... I'ma have to make you hate it!
This ain't rock music
That's what they be accusin'
But every drop these motherfuckers lose it
Too sick
Talkin shit just to boost it
But the truth is
I hate this stupid fucking world!
Light a fire!
I'll drag your fucking ass through the dirt!
There's no one getting higher, go!
Now die!
Yo! You!
In your bleached-out pants
I don't give a fuck about your...
Fuck!
You're a fake-ass motherfucker
Is that a video for the internet?
What the fuck?!
You're fake as shit!
You're fake as shit!
You're fake as shit!
Fuck you!
This ain't rock music
That's what they be accusin'
But every drop these motherfuckers lose it
Too sick
Talkin shit just to boost it
But the truth is
Uh, I'm in your head rent-free
Walking, spinning around like a subliminal soliloquy
I read it aloud, can't get down with your hypocritic-al, with a band-aid on your offensive shirt
I can purchase your house!
Fuck...You!
[?]
