F...da-se (Má Língua)
Junk
F...k It (Bad Tongue)
If I spot that girl, sitting at a table in the bar
I get closer, hoping to strike up a chat
She looks at me and brushes me off, says no, it can't be
And I’m left feeling like a fool, can't wrap my head around it
But if I keep pushing to be with her, I’ll just stir up trouble
I don’t even glance at the other side of the counter
A guy in front of me starts waving his hand
He was her boyfriend, a big dude, a real heavyweight
I look around, trying to find a place to hide
If I just stand here, I know I’m gonna get my ass kicked
I sneak away, trying to find a spot to duck
I’m losing my mind over this scene and I shout
Fooo...k it!
I went to a game the other day, trying to lift my spirits
Everything was going fine, until the game kicked off
My team hit the field, but there were no starters
They played with eleven subs and the ref was blowing calls
And one goes in, and two go in, and three and four
Everyone’s staring at me, waving their arms
That’s when I realized, I’d been totally fooled
All my fans were on the other side
I froze, swallowed hard, and tried to throw down
It was the second half, chaos was about to break out!
Fooo...k it!
After all that went down, I joined the crowd
Started drinking hard, couldn’t hold back
One drink, two drinks, then three and four
I’m getting wild, so I hop in my car
The cops pull me over, right in the middle of the road
Waving their hands, showing me the badge
Already buzzed, I lose my cool and my mind
I look at the cop and wave my hand like this