So fuckin' blow those words out the back of your head
I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit
You tell me lies
And you get what you get
So blow those fuckin' words out the back of your headOh my god did you just hear
Lies are coming back in style?
Oh my god this seems so real
(That they find you, and confine you)Shut your mouth, we've heard it all
Hypocrite's and critics all
Can fuck off we do this for our souls
Our soulsWhat they say, won't make us go awaySo fuckin' blow those words out the back of your head
I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit
You tell me lies
And you get what you get
So blow those fuckin' words out the back of your headWe're not sorry and we won't conform
It's not our choice but something inborn
If we fail followin' are hearts
Can you blame us? (No, no, no)A swept bag in our black home
We don't fit in that's the way it goes
You should of not thought you're better than us
Cause you're not
(No, no, no)What they say, won't make us go awaySo fuckin' blow those words out the back of your head
I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit
You tell me lies
And you get what you get
So blow those fuckin' words out the back of your headSo fuckin' blow those words out the back of your head
I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit
You tell me lies
And you get what you get
So blow those fuckin' words out the back of your head
(Blow, blow, blow)
Blow those fuckin' words out the back of your headTell yourself yourself you're not alone at all
(Staring out your window, know you're all alone)
Oh, tell yourself you're not alone at all. (At all)
(Staring out your window, know you're alone)What they say, won't make us go away
Go away, go away, go awaySo fuckin' blow those words out the back of your head
I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit
You tell me lies
And you get what you get
So blow those fuckin' words out the back of your headSo fuckin' blow those words out the back of your head
I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit
You tell me lies
And you get what you get
So blow those fuckin' words out the back of your head
(Blow, blow, blow)
Blow those fuckin' words out the back of your head
(Of your head, of your head, of your head)
Yea!
Songwriters
FLEMING, JASON KIRT / SERMON, ERICK S. / SMITH, PARRISHPublished by
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