Fuck You

you know you got to slow it down

I am talking, cause I'm right.

you're getting in my hair

we are soon to start a fight

f**k you 4x

remember football in the streets,

remember fighting over me

the day you fell out of that tree, tree

all these times we had a ball

he's my brother, we're a band

but my patience is running out.

he's a really nice guy,

I'd like to punch him on his mouth

f**k you 4x

if you really need him

you can take it easy

if you really need him

we're driving through these drunken nights

angry looks filled with pride

silence is broken by a laugh, laugh

we knew this from the start

f**k you 4x

f**k you 4x