Fuck It

Fuck It Alright, this song, it's on This is how I wrote it You hear a car speeding And you hear it skid And then you hear a crash And there's flames and shit You know what I'm saying What the f***! And then you hear footsteps Put the keys down And the filter comes over the beat And it swerves I crashed your Corvette I heard you bitchin' Are you done yet? I didn't mean to I wasn't drinking But I talked to your ex They say that you've been affectionate F*** it You're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out F*** it Remember back when I told ya That I'm a loca Colombiana (Yo te lo dije) F*** it Roses and whiskey I bet that you'll miss me, no doubt F*** it You're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out (Brains out) Off with your head All in my daydreams Always seeing red But I showed you mercy I crashed your Corvette But I think it was fair Player, this is your cross to bear F*** it You're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out F*** it Remember back when I told ya That I'm a loca Colombiana (Yo te lo dije) F*** it Roses and whiskey I bet that you'll miss me, no doubt F*** it You're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out (Brains out)