Jealousy is a motherf*ckin' bitch and so are you.
I hear you talkin' and I don't know what to think about it.
Yesterday was cool we were hanging at a kickback.
Just because the table's turned now you turn you f*ckin' back.
Cowardly as f*ck just like smokin' f*ckin' crack.
Now we at the top and you still don't get it.
Basic f*cking bitches all around don't sweat it.
I'm just sittin' cool catchin' looks from your bitch.
And she just sent me a text that says you got a small dick.
Cunt.
Go and cry about a bitch and write another little whiny f*cking song about me.
Never gave a f*ck and never will did you expect less
I just kick back under the shade of my money tree.
Everything I say makes a motherf*cking headline.
I can't even breathe without them talkin' bout me that's fine.
I'd rather suck it up and stay humble never jealous.
Because jealousy's for f*ck boys and you will never get it.
F*ck yeah
Everybody's having a good time.
But you don't get it and you worry bout the small shit but I don't sweat it nah.
Rolling around on the brink of confusion.
Stuck within your mind you find that you're in a bind with time just like an identity crisis.
Your jealousy's a disease. and my fist is the cure.
Shut the f*ck up cunt.
F*ck yeah
Everybody's having a good time.
But you don't get it and you worry
bout the small shit but I don't sweat it nah.
Rolling around on the brink of confusion.
Stuck within your mind you find
that you're in a bind with time just like an identity crisis.
I hear you talking in your sleep. and you still. remember. my f*cking. name.
Your jealousy's a disease. and my fist is the cure.
You're a jealous cunt little bitch run and hide.
Jealousy is a motherf*ckin' bitch and so are you.
Shut the f*ck up cunt.
I'm getting too old for this middle school shit.
Grown ass men acting like a little bitch.
Take me back in time somebody hit rewind
to the days where music mattered drama didn't fly.
Schoolboy bitches didn't get a f*ckin' mic.
Nobody was judged about the music that they like.
The scene was a family and everyone was happy.
Just to be an individual and not a jealous asshole.
The Cure Video (MV)
Performed By: Attila
From Album: Guilty Pleasure
Written by: CHRISTOPHER JAY LINCK, CHRISTOPHER JOSEPH FRONZAK, KALAN BLEHM, NADER RAMZI SALAMEH, SEAN CASEY HEENAN
Year: 2014
Attila - The Cure Lyrics
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Jealousy is a motherf*ckin' bitch and so are you.
I hear you talkin' and I don't know what to think about it.
Yesterday was cool we were hanging at a kickback.
Just because the table's turned now you turn you f*ckin' back.
Cowardly as f*ck just like smokin' f*ckin' crack.
Now we at the top and you still don't get it.
Basic f*cking bitches all around don't sweat it.
I'm just sittin' cool catchin' looks from your bitch.
And she just sent me a text that says you got a small dick.
Cunt.
Go and cry about a bitch and write another little whiny f*cking song about me.
Never gave a f*ck and never will did you expect less
I just kick back under the shade of my money tree.
Everything I say makes a motherf*cking headline.
I can't even breathe without them talkin' bout me that's fine.
I'd rather suck it up and stay humble never jealous.
Because jealousy's for f*ck boys and you will never get it.
F*ck yeah
Everybody's having a good time.
But you don't get it and you worry bout the small shit but I don't sweat it nah.
Rolling around on the brink of confusion.
Stuck within your mind you find that you're in a bind with time just like an identity crisis.
Your jealousy's a disease. and my fist is the cure.
Shut the f*ck up cunt.
F*ck yeah
Everybody's having a good time.
But you don't get it and you worry
bout the small shit but I don't sweat it nah.
Rolling around on the brink of confusion.
Stuck within your mind you find
that you're in a bind with time just like an identity crisis.
I hear you talking in your sleep. and you still. remember. my f*cking. name.
Your jealousy's a disease. and my fist is the cure.
You're a jealous cunt little bitch run and hide.
Jealousy is a motherf*ckin' bitch and so are you.
Shut the f*ck up cunt.
I'm getting too old for this middle school shit.
Grown ass men acting like a little bitch.
Take me back in time somebody hit rewind
to the days where music mattered drama didn't fly.
Schoolboy bitches didn't get a f*ckin' mic.
Nobody was judged about the music that they like.
The scene was a family and everyone was happy.
Just to be an individual and not a jealous asshole.
I hear you talkin' and I don't know what to think about it.
Yesterday was cool we were hanging at a kickback.
Just because the table's turned now you turn you f*ckin' back.
Cowardly as f*ck just like smokin' f*ckin' crack.
Now we at the top and you still don't get it.
Basic f*cking bitches all around don't sweat it.
I'm just sittin' cool catchin' looks from your bitch.
And she just sent me a text that says you got a small dick.
Cunt.
Go and cry about a bitch and write another little whiny f*cking song about me.
Never gave a f*ck and never will did you expect less
I just kick back under the shade of my money tree.
Everything I say makes a motherf*cking headline.
I can't even breathe without them talkin' bout me that's fine.
I'd rather suck it up and stay humble never jealous.
Because jealousy's for f*ck boys and you will never get it.
F*ck yeah
Everybody's having a good time.
But you don't get it and you worry bout the small shit but I don't sweat it nah.
Rolling around on the brink of confusion.
Stuck within your mind you find that you're in a bind with time just like an identity crisis.
Your jealousy's a disease. and my fist is the cure.
Shut the f*ck up cunt.
F*ck yeah
Everybody's having a good time.
But you don't get it and you worry
bout the small shit but I don't sweat it nah.
Rolling around on the brink of confusion.
Stuck within your mind you find
that you're in a bind with time just like an identity crisis.
I hear you talking in your sleep. and you still. remember. my f*cking. name.
Your jealousy's a disease. and my fist is the cure.
You're a jealous cunt little bitch run and hide.
Jealousy is a motherf*ckin' bitch and so are you.
Shut the f*ck up cunt.
I'm getting too old for this middle school shit.
Grown ass men acting like a little bitch.
Take me back in time somebody hit rewind
to the days where music mattered drama didn't fly.
Schoolboy bitches didn't get a f*ckin' mic.
Nobody was judged about the music that they like.
The scene was a family and everyone was happy.
Just to be an individual and not a jealous asshole.
Writer: CHRISTOPHER JAY LINCK, CHRISTOPHER JOSEPH FRONZAK, KALAN BLEHM, NADER RAMZI SALAMEH, SEAN CASEY HEENAN
Copyright: Lyrics © RAZOR & TIE DIRECT LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © RAZOR & TIE DIRECT LLC
