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In primo piano

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fame on Fire
Fame on Fire
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sara Davis
Sara Davis
Songwriter
David Pittenger
David Pittenger
Songwriter
Ryan Jillian Santiago
Ryan Jillian Santiago
Songwriter
Taylor Rutherford
Taylor Rutherford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryan Kuznitz
Bryan Kuznitz
Mixing Engineer
Blake Saul
Blake Saul
Producer
Paul Spirou
Paul Spirou
Producer
Arcaeus
Arcaeus
Producer

Testi

Fuck you and your mom and your sister and your job And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended Even tried to bite my tongue when you start shit Now you're textin' all my friends, asking questions They never even liked you in the first place Dated a bitch that I hate for the attention She only made it two days, what a connection It's like you'd do anything for my affection You're goin' all about it in the worst ways I was into you, but I'm over it now And I was tryin' to be nice But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out A-B-C-D-E-F-U And your mom and your sister and your job And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah A-B-C-D-E, fuck you You said you just needed space and so I gave it When I had nothing to say, you couldn't take it Told everyone I'm a bitch, so I became it Always had to put yourself above me I was into you, but I'm over it now And I was tryin' to be nice But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out A-B-C-D-E-F-U And your mom and your sister and your job And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah A-B-C-D-E-F-U Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah A-B-C-D-E-F-U And your mom and your sister and your job And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off
Writer(s): David Pittenger, Gayle, Sara Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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