F All Your Worries
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F All Your Worries

10 13۱۴۰۰۲:۴۳

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Miss Curly Girl, expensive taste (taste, taste)

Run from the Bronx and, and the champagne (champagne, -pagne)

Who wants to sit down? Ending it (it, it)

Effort ways, let's celebrate (-brate, -brate)

Oh, whoa

I'm leaving you behind

Oh, whoa (oh)

I'm leaving you behind (fuck all your worries)

This that old like me, younger days (younger days, younger days)

You can't tell me I can't play (play, play, play, play)

Ain't got worries on my way (on my way, on my way)

Sometimes, blessings come with pain (pain, pain)

(Fuck all your) oh, fuck the pleas

Man, I'll leave

Oh, fuck the "please"

Don't ever meet me (worries)

This the one and this could be (be, be)

I'll be on my best behav' (best behavior)

Talk shit 'cause we're elevated

Watch us make our great escape (great escape, great escape)

Oh, whoa

I'm leaving you behind

Oh, whoa (oh)

I'm leaving you behind (fuck all your worries)

Fuck all your, fuck all, fu-fu-fuck all your, fuck all

Fu-fu-fuck all y-, ck-ck-ck a-a-all, fuck all your worries

Fuck all your, fuck all, fu-fu-fuck all your, fuck all

Fu-fu-fuck all y-, ck-ck-ck a-a-all, fuck all your worries

Oh, fuck the pleas

Man, I'll leave

Oh, fuck the "please"

Don't ever meet me