クレジット
歌詞
Ahhhh, dem a fight for party crowds
Party Crowds, and where the fuck do dem?
Me nuh know—Fuck! You alright?
Nuh, me just feel fuck up inna fuck
Fuck who you are, fuck who you be
Fuck radio play, fuck your TV
If you feel ya bad, just fuck with me
Dem ting ya rise—Fuck!
Fuck up your family, fuck airport
Fuck Half-Way Tree, fuck your Nike
Fuck your YT, fuck the government
Dem a fuck up the country
And I don't give a fuck—a motherfucker like me
Only fuck a chorus, that me nuh preach
I really don't care, fuck off and love me
Me have six pair a fuck off
Respond me say "T" and my phone that a ring
Music me a preach, so fuck off no phone
Fuck off, go home, fuck off, no chicken
Fuck off, no bone, me ma gah me brown
So fuck your skin tone, fuck your ice cream
Fuck your ice cream cone, fuck a ugly gal
Fuck a pretty gal, fuck a slim gal
Fuck a fat gal, fuck a migraine
Fuck up some Panadol, fuck with the deep voice
'Cause it no normal—where the fuck is this song going?
And if you dunno, what the fuck you a do?
Who the fuck you fi tell me
Say the song a make no sense?
Then who the fuck is you?
Where the fuck is this song going?
And if you dunno, what the fuck you a do?
Who the fuck you fi tell me
Say the song a make no sense?
Then who the fuck is you?
Fuck the letter A, fuck the letter B
Fuck number one, fuck number two and three
Fuck your Facebook, fuck your IG
Fuck insomnia, fuck dropsy
Fuck a weight loss, muscles me a break
Fuck a doorbell, fuck a door key
And if you no like me
Ska fuck a donkey!
Fuck a pleaser, make me sing a fuckery
Where the fuck is this oi!
And if you dunno, what the fuck you a do?
Who the fuck you fi tell me
Say the song a make no sense?
Then who the fuck is you?
Where the fuck is this oi!
And if you dunno, what the fuck you a do?
Who the fuck you fi tell me
Say the song a make no sense?
Then who the fuck is you?
Fuck who you are, fuck who you be
Fuck radio play, fuck your TV
If you feel ya bad, just fuck with me
Dem ting ya rise—Fuck!
Fuck up your family, fuck airport
Fuck Half-Way Tree, fuck your Nike
Fuck your YT, fuck the government
Dem a fuck up the country
And I don't give a fuck—a motherfucker like me
Only fuck a chorus, that me nuh preach
I really don't care, fuck off and love me
Me have six pair a fuck off
Respond me say "T" and my phone that a ring
Music me a preach, so fuck off no phone
Fuck off, go home, fuck off, no chicken
Fuck off, no bone, me ma gah me brown
So fuck your skin tone, fuck your ice cream
Fuck your ice cream cone, fuck a ugly gal
Fuck a pretty gal, fuck a slim gal
Fuck a fat gal, fuck a migraine
Fuck up some Panadol, fuck with the deep voice
'Cause it no normal—where the fuck is this song going?
And if you dunno, what the fuck you a do?
Who the fuck you fi tell me
Say the song a make no sense?
Then who the fuck is you?
Where the fuck is this song going?
And if you dunno, what the fuck you a do?
Who the fuck you fi tell me
Say the song a make no sense?
Then who the fuck is you?
Fuck the letter A, fuck the letter B
Fuck number one, fuck number two and three
Fuck your Facebook, fuck your IG
Fuck insomnia, fuck dropsy
Fuck a weight loss, muscles me a break
Fuck a doorbell, fuck a door key
And if you no like me
Ska fuck a donkey!
Fuck a pleaser, make me sing a fuckery
Fuckery, fuckery, fuckery, fuckery, fuckery
Fuckery, fuckery, fuckery, fuckery, fuckery
Fuckery, fuckery
Written by: Andre Quentin Christopher Gray, Kunley McCarthy
