Y.A.A.M.

When it comes to truth, I'm the one to tell
You wanna make 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 providers, of suppliers 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