Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Noturnall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Thiago Bianchi Colunna
Songwriter
Fernando Badra Quesada
Songwriter
Valdirvaner Carelli Junior
Songwriter
Aquiles Priester
Songwriter
Leonardo Guilherme Mancini
Songwriter
Lyrics
You've made a mess, then ran and hid into a hole?
You just don't care about anyone
Forged, some moves to be accepted
Then stains our flag
#INSTRUMENTAL, gave you our bed, worked as slaves
It doesn't matter what some people said
You better believe, what you did to us will make us eat your soul
You're a freak, a pile of shit, you don't know whom you're messing with
So that's why I'm going to hunt you down (go)
You better run, motherfucker
We'll never give up, so we're back
Somehow we're back to fuck you up
Back to fuck you up!
Back to fuck you up!
Back to fuck you up!
Back to fuck you up!
Don't lie to us, we all know what you've done
We won't forget or ignore the truth
So cry like a bitch, you make us laugh
You deserve this hatred
What do you mean, you don't own us, that's all in our head?
It doesn't matter, the facts says you do
What we see is more than enough to dethrone you
We're telling you it's all over, you're done
Get the fuck out
So that's why I'm going to hunt you down (go)
You better run, motherfucker
We'll never give up, so we're back
Somehow we're back to fuck you up
Back to fuck you up!
Back to fuck you up!
Back to fuck you up!
Back to fuck you up!
We'll never give up, so we're back
Somehow we're back to fuck you up
Back to fuck you up!
Back to fuck you up!
Back to fuck you up!
Back to fuck you up!
Back to fuck you up!
Writer(s): Aquiles Priester, Fernando Badra Quesada, Valdirvaner Carelli Junior, Leonardo Mancini Guilherme, Victor Thiago Bianchi Colunna
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