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Artist: Attila
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The Cure
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The Cure
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Jealousy is a motherfuckin' 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 fuckin back.
Cowardly as fuck just like smokin fuckin crack.
Now we at the top and you still don't get it.
Basic fucking 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
Go and cry about a bitch and write
Another little whiny fucking song about me
Never gave a fuck and never will did you expect less
I just kick back under the shade of my money tree
Everything I say makes a motherfucking 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 fuck boys and you will never get it
Fuck 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 fuck up cunt.
Fuck 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 fucking. 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 motherfuckin' bitch and so are you
Shut the fuck 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 fuckin 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.
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