bitch lungs – i h8 playing u in fifa lyrics
i hate playing you in fifa, you always make it no fun
i like to hit the long range, you like to l1 triangle through ball runs, and then back-p-ss, and talk no trash and that’s dumb
and you meet me in the kitchen, and tell me that i’m mean when i’m drunk, but hey man that was mean too, i’m just tryna cook up some polenta and then eat it, and i do not need this right now
so you’ll ask me questions about everything, yeah everything you already know
and i’ll ask you questions continuously on while you decide to do what you do
you will explain to me a billion different things that you don’t really need to defend
hey man i was just asking, no this isn’t from me i just thought i’d be a friend
and you’re so cool, calm, collected, and i’m such a walking piece of sh-t, but you can have what you’re protecting
’cause trust me, i don’t want anything to do with it
i look, you turn the other way, like i can see it through the crack of the bedroom door
but i love your spiel confidence, abnormal things you’ll continue to ignore
but i wouldn’t want it any other way, we run the stiksy dish, the pizza then i’ll match in the score
i’m so awesome, this is the last game until you ask me if i wanna run one more
so i couldn’t with robin(?) for the r1’s circle deep yeah i’m tryna finesse, you hit the manual key to the counter attack, then run up the sideline with your pace 73 rated left back, you’re looking for sweat, i hear the triple tap
you get the golden g, i say lets run it back
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