Y.A.A.M.

When it comes to truth, I'm the one to tell

You wanna meet me? Then come and meet with me

I'll show you how I am, how I truly am

But I'm not gonna cry for some silly lies

I've said it before, I'm truly imperfect

Fake positivity is as cringe as it gets

You wanna suck me? Screw your fucking brand

Seven little letters, now it's time to spell

"F" for the fakers

"U" for utterly

"C," calculated

"K" for not so keen

"Y" for your bullshit

"O" for it's over

You are using me

Yes, you are using me

F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, now let me tell you the truth

I have to have it my way, there is no justice anyway

Let me get back to business, pardon my impulsiveness

I've tried to keep it civilized, but I'm just unable to lie

No, I'm not gonna lie

Do you follow me?

I said do you follow me?

Entrepreneurs and producers and freelancers to managers

The whole wide world of bravados, upset liars and insiders

Give me passion, give me more, I want your ass on the floor

All your asses on the floor, yes, all your asses on the floor

From trend to brand, audio to loss

Loss and hope, hope to death

Death to rot, rotting to lust

Lust to misery, mind and trickeries

Piece by pieces, nothing for you and me

Nothing for you

Nothing for me

(I'll show you how I am, how I truly am)

(Now let me tell you the truth)

But give me passion, give me more, I want your ass on the floor

All your asses on the floor, yes, all your asses on the floor

Give me passion, give me more, I want your ass on the floor

All your asses on the floor, yes, all your asses on the floor

Give me passion, give me more, I want your ass on the floor

All your asses on the floor, all your asses are mine

F-U-C-K-Y-O-U

F-U-C-K-Y

F-U-C-K-Y-O-U

F-U-C-K, F-U-C-K

But don't be fooled

I'm not that cool

I stick with the weirdos