Throw Up

Swerve

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah)

Swerve, hol' up

(Yeah, yeah)

Throw it

(Yeah, yeah)

Swerve, hol' up

Swerve

Yeah, I can't feel the love (uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel the love (uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel your love (uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel your touch (uh, uh, uh)

You got nails all in your skin

Where did it go wrong? Where did it end?

I can't feel anything anymore (stand in the fire)

Throw it up, throw it up

Yeah, throw it up, you need to throw it up

You need to throw it up, throw it up

Throw it up (uh, uh, uh)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah)

Swerve, hol' up

(Yeah, yeah)

Throw it (yeah, yeah)

Swerve

I can't feel the love (uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel the love (uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel your love (uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel your touch (uh, uh, uh)

(You gotta go to the gym, be a sick cunt, you gotta fuck bitches)

(You know, not give a fuck)

('Cause that's what we do, bro)

(That's what the revolution is, bro)

(None of these fuckin' sad cunts)

(We're all gonna fuckin' make it)

Die on the hill

I don't feel

I'm in my own

I'm in my own

Stand in the fire