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F**k You
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F**k You was released on September 15, 2026 by Lil Hex Music as a part of the album F**k You - Single
September 15, 2026
LabelLil Hex Music
LanguageEnglish
BPM84
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Fuck you-ou, fuck you-ou tell me something new!
Know everything about me but the shit I actually do. Genius!
Fuck you-ou, here's your dedication
All that fucking talk, not a minute's investigation.
Little bit of love, now you swear it must be fake
Funny how my progress is the shit you couldn't take. Aw, shame!
Fuck you-ou, say it with your chest!
I put mine into the music you put yours into a guess.
Typed "your fake" can't get your accusation straight
Misplaced an apostrophe then tried to authenticate
Google's right there read beyond a fucking headline
An hour throwing shade but a source can't get your spare time
Search results ain't gospel bring receipts before a verdict
Dressed your ignorance in confidence we fucking heard it
Working through revisions, you're working up suspicions
Making shit up in the comments quite the composition
Copy-paste detectives defective recollections
Selective with the evidence, excessive with projections
Heard a polished section "Fake!" What an assessment
Apparently improvement is a criminal confession
Changed the pocket. Wait. You're still repeating yours
Keep moving goalposts I'll keep putting up the scores
Recognition got your insecurity exposed
You don't hate how this was made you hate how far it goes
Little success must be fake. Right?
Couldn't be the nights awake. Right?
Couldn't be the lines replaced
Or twenty takes I fucking hate
When nobody clicked, Give up.
Now somebody cares, Made up.
You were fine with me beneath you
Funny what a little height does
Can AI do this?
Petty little critics with a counterfeit certificate
Giving their opinion like a clinical definitive
Picking at a syllable deliberately missing it
Hunting for a glitch instead of listening a little bit
I wrote the lines then revised the arrangement
Shifted the rhyme till it tightened the statement
Counted the stresses and tested the placement
Scrapped a delivery entirely to change it
Back to the pad with a half-finished passage
Back to the mic with a rasp and some baggage
Recorded, restarted, discarded the average
You wanted effortless? Here's what the catch is
Nobody saw when the confidence plummeted
Nobody counted the hours I was fumbling it
Now that it's working, you're suddenly wondering
Whether I worked how fucking convenient
Internet jurors with terminal certainty
Turning a hunch into grounds for a guilty plea
Read me my rights? You ain't reading me right
You're reading a rumor and calling it sight
Spite in a sentence pretending it's skepticism
Can't tell an insult apart from a criticism
I take the useful and tune the delivery
You take a breath just to question legitimacy
Skip through the rhythm, then straighten the pattern
Give it some silence then watch what can happen
You want a flaw you can frame as a finding
Found one myself in the frame of your logic
Fuck all the sneers and the cheap little theories
None of your certainty means that you hear me
Throat getting rough, still returning to finish
Hating the take, then improving the next one.
You've got a verdict I've got a revision
One of us works while the other just listens
You don't know my life by how a fucking waveform looks
Or what it takes to put what I can't say inside a hook
Raspy voice, recording over, changing where I breathe
You hear three minutes, not the nights they took from me
Don't act like you fucking know me; you ain't tried to understand me
Assuming off a sound ain't facts your guesses can't define me
Maybe I'm a Dobermann; you fucks don't understand me
Loyal to the ones who stayed, suspicious when the hands reach
Building me a mansion out of haters, brick by brick
Every cheap shot paid another little piece of it
Let me slow it down for you
Think the woof went over your head. Roof!
Barking at my house just put a ceiling on the shed
Fetching someone else's take good boy, bring it back
I don't heel for your approval, roll over on command
Chase your tails in circles; I'm tracking what I'm after
Your bite can't match your bark missing teeth behind the chatter
Kept me in the doghouse; now I own the fucking property
Off the leash, still in control your temper's got custody
Fans who found themselves inside a line I nearly buried
You're why I come back when this bullshit gets me weary
Every share every message saying something finally reached you
You deserve another song these fucks don't need a sequel
Written by: Lil Hex
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