Hands Up, Cut the Act

[Verse 1 / Intro]
Just called..
to let you
know
I fucking
hate you…
and I’m
having
fun saying it.
You want
peace…
I want you
to feel
all the self-loathing
you
created…
Thanks to
you I
learned to
hate myself
in your
voice.
Huh, now you
want peace,
good luck fucking gettin’ it…
You know what?...

[Pre-Chorus]
I guess you can
have it
just as
soon as
the fucking
damage
caused
gets acknowledged.

[Chorus]
Fuck your calm, save your shit,
Nice tone don’t prove a bit.
Hands up, cut the act,
I came to fight, I’m swingin’ back.

[Verse 2]
I’m not tryin’ to
carry
the shit you
refuse to hold.
Isn’t it plain to see
my fucking hands
are full?...
Yeah, guess everything’s
my fault again,
right?
But joke’s on
you,
’cause I’m
done arguing…
I’m done with all your
charm,
and I am
done bargaining…
Take your
pride and…
parade it
elsewhere…

[Chorus]
Fuck your calm, save your shit,
Nice tone don’t prove a bit.
Hands up, cut the act,
I came to fight, I’m swingin’ back.

[Verse 3]
You know
I convinced myself
I deserved that…
I really let you
fuck me up.
I let your
fuckery
drag on
longer than
I should’ve.

[Chorus]
Fuck your calm, save your shit,
Nice tone don’t prove a bit.
Hands up, cut the act,
I came to fight, I’m swingin’ back.

[Verse 4]
I bet you’re mad
I’m callin’ you out
for being
a bitch…
But I can’t help
that I flipped a switch,
now all my lights
are on.
So say it straight,
don’t clean it up.
Stand on it,
or shut the fuck up.

[Bridge]
All that talking,
nothing said.
I clocked your
pattern,
quit hangin’
on to all
the lies
you said.

[Chorus / Outro]
Fuck your calm, save your shit,
Nice tone don’t prove a bit.
Hands up, cut the act,
I came to fight, I’m swingin’ back…

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