Showing up to shows in ya blacked out
tights.
Blacked out eyes, actin not so nice.
Wishing for a dick, and jack on ice.
Jacked off twice just to last all night.
Money spent, fish net addict
Social climber, fuck dramatics
After them like "let me have it"
Leave your friends, cuz' ya' fucking plastic
We know whatcha all about
Whatcha all about, So I wrote this song
To call you out and sort this out.
They know whatcha all about
whatcha all about,
Its an endless game, we know you use your
brain some how.
OHmygod
let me get a picture
thats it
Walkin to the buses
in the back bitch, its habit.
Tag that singer in motha fuckin status
Tell the whole world that it didn't happen
You look around, now your friends are gone.
Call their phones, but they don't pick up.
Crying on the curb, sorry little band slut
But the bands gotta leave, now you know
That sucks.
We know you suck...
Ohmygod
he better not
leave my side.
he told me
I was the only one that night.
He was not like other guys
We only fucked in the first 5....minutes
We know whatcha all about
Whatcha all about, So I wrote this song
To call you out and sort this out.
They know whatcha all about
whatcha all about,
Its an endless game,
of cock and mouse.
Cock and mouth
We know you use your brain some how.
I did this shit in one take
The whole world knows you're fake
Just go hide your face
Yeah...
We know whatcha all about
Whatcha all about, So I wrote this song
Just ta'call you out and sort this out.
They know whatcha all about
whatcha all about,
Its an endless game,
of Cock in mouth
We know you use your
brain some how.


Lyrics submitted by zeebe

BANDSLUTZ song meanings
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