The song 'Fortnight' by Taylor Swift and Post Malone tells a story about strong feelings, complicated relationships, and secret wishes. It talks about love, betrayal, and wanting someone who doesn't feel the same. The word 'fortnight' shows short-lived happiness and guilty pleasures, leading to sadness. It shows how messy relationships can be and the results of hiding emotions. “I was supposed to be sent away / But they forgot to come and get me,” she kickstarts the song in the first verse with lines suggesting an admission to a hospital for people with mental illnesses. She goes in the verse admitting her lover is the reason why she is like this. In the chorus, she sings about their time in love and reflects on how he has now settled with someone else. “I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary / And I love you, it’s ruining my life,” on the second verse she details her struggles to forget about him and the negative effects of her failure. “Thought of callin’ ya, but you won’t pick up / ‘Nother fortnight lost in America,” Post Malone sings in the outro.
[Intro]
This motherfucker here, just won't shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm promoting you right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin
[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
and I don't want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
[verse 1]
I would never claim to be no, Ray Benzino,
an 83 year old fake Pachino,
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me,
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history,
But then again you'll finally get your wish,
cuz you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin' motherfuckers for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
don't even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we don't like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin' Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin' in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just makin' copys of your covers of cassette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about bein' bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, I'm eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if you're that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the fuck outta her!
She can't sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Haha
Talkin' bout I have motherfuckers callin' your crib
bitch you ain't even got a fuckin' crib
You ain't even got a fuckin' phone, fuckin' Bum
Threatened to shut me down at your little fuckin' Source magazine
if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your little magazine too
I don't need your fuckin' magazine, I got Double X L's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin' bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the V-M-A's?
When you was watchin' me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin' me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin' sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin' dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo', the Source has a white owner
This motherfucker here, just won't shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm promoting you right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin
[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
and I don't want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
[verse 1]
I would never claim to be no, Ray Benzino,
an 83 year old fake Pachino,
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me,
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history,
But then again you'll finally get your wish,
cuz you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin' motherfuckers for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
don't even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we don't like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin' Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin' in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just makin' copys of your covers of cassette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about bein' bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, I'm eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if you're that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the fuck outta her!
She can't sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Haha
Talkin' bout I have motherfuckers callin' your crib
bitch you ain't even got a fuckin' crib
You ain't even got a fuckin' phone, fuckin' Bum
Threatened to shut me down at your little fuckin' Source magazine
if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your little magazine too
I don't need your fuckin' magazine, I got Double X L's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin' bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the V-M-A's?
When you was watchin' me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin' me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin' sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin' dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo', the Source has a white owner
Lyrics submitted by BLuweesH
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This song is about dissing Benzino and "The Source" magazine for I think
A very clever diss track.
How can he hold me over some balcony/ Without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me/ Please don't, you'll probably fall with me/ and our asses will both be history/ But then again you'll finally get your wish/ cuz you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent/
Ahahaha
The mean streets of Boston...
One of the Best Diss Songs Ever
One of the Best Diss Songs Ever
this is my favorite diss ever Benzino's a bitch
yep one of the best opening verses, how could benzino even begin to compete with this?!?! no chance!! Best line....
'If you're that much of a gangster, put the mic down, you should be out killin motherf-s right now!!'
benzino got bodiedddd
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin' joke If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack you'd make alot more money than you do from rap You never had no security, you'll never be famous You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
thats the hardest part... talk about killing people with words, omg...
Yeah, he's a criminal.
holy shit. he rips this dude apart. completly. he must really really hate this guy. Everything. and at the end hes like you dont even have fucking phone, you fucking punk. holyy shitt id hate to be this guy. Id be so embarresed. Em is just so clever at dissing people. and then he's like let me slow it down for you and the music goes slower. i lughed out loud at that part. And then it seems like hes putting himself down, but he turns it around.
Slap my mom, slap the fuck outta her! She can't sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin' joke If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack you'd make alot more money than you do from rap You never had no security, you'll never be famous You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
That is probably the best part of the song.
it's not like we don't like you we hate you period