Here's it going down
Getting beat down like a clown
Yet I find myself still hanging around
Because I got no self esteem
Too afraid to start some beef
And there's no way I can leave so
I just turn to chiefing
Everyday you put me through
A positive f*cking feedback loop
Of negativity and misery as you slowly suck the life out of me
So f*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
You're too good at bringing down my mood
With your narcissistic, pessimistic attitudes
Well buddy boy I've got some news
Gonna find a way to throw it back at you
And what better way than in a song?
So everybody here can sing along
All the while you're standing in the back up against the wall
Trying not to laugh
So f*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
And don't get me wrong
I'm glad to see you lightened up
Still I harbor this grudge
It's not what it was when I could sit and talk to you
And not be critical of every move
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you