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fv - nevermore lyrics

[intro]
f-ck your couch, n-gg-r!
buy another one you rich motherf-cker!
f-ck your couch, n-gg-r, f-ck your couch!
darknesses! darknesses!

[verse 1]
sitting on the porch chair, today i just don’t care
grab my friend’s phone:”hey! do you have any p-rn there?”
overheard by female p-sserbys, there goes that long stare
f-ck ya’ll b-tches and your glowing hair
f-ck your shoes and your gear , pierced b–bs and your ears
f-ck your blues and your chop’n’screws and your rock’n’rolls
my genre is indie-folk-low-fi-post-weird
i’m beloved and ignored, most loved and most feared
i’m a white european boy, best belive it boy
so much weird in my lyrics that i’ll never be employed
latest ploy – f-ck freud with a phallic-shaped toy
ask him for -n-lysis, while my phallus is showing
never been rich or p-ss-poor, is it wrong?
always low self-esteem, like “wht’d i get that kiss for?”
then my ego exploded. explode
suddenly feeling like god when he’s blowing his load
on the face of his favourite pope, screaming:”baby, choke!”
then he’s sucking on a blunt, laced with his favourite dope
screaming quote: “f-ck africa! i’m gonna leave them broke
whole world is a pile of f-cking dirt, s-m-n-soaked”
don’t get mad at me, that’s what god said
just grasp the f-cking concept, ask a man if he’s got bread
money is the tool of satan, plotting revenge
i hope i convinced you. leave your money to me, then
leave your belongings and pretend
that you’re a grown man and you are using reason
and if you think i’m lying and that i am thieving
just grab your f-cking phone, man, and call the police then
i’m a f-cking walking god
i don’t care if you believe that my thoughts are f-cking odd
actually, i’m proud of them, i’ll go in the ground for them
i guess that being smart is a lost f-cking art
[hook]
fv, food villain, call me, call me filip
it’s alright, it’s alright
for the next minute i can just slow that sh-t down

[verse 2]
spell so good, my pr-noucing is awkward
feet go ahead, but my mind is running backwards
squeeze her head, she’s like ”ouch, that hurts”
throw my love away, take out the trash girl
i’m an -sst-rd, batard and rap nerd
may lack love a bit but i never lack words
there goes the blood, bring the morphine back, nurse
now i’m whispering ”nevermore” like the black bird

- fv lyrics

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