Uvie Bajwa

Serio_22-28

Uvie Bajwa
Serio_22-28

29 Plays

19 Mar 2019

I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes And explaining where people belong I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs And talk through every fucking song I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke And explaining where your going wrong Well if you agree, then come hating with me And feel free to sing along And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Wonderful, love it Well I hate pointless status updates on Facebook FYI we were never "m8"s We pretend to be friends on the internet When in real life, we have nothing to say To each other, oh brother I have love for my mother For good times, for music and my mates Yeah I laugh, and live and I have love to give But sometimes all you can do is hate And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Well I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas They only eat pizza and chips I hate stepping outside, for a smoke and some guy Coughs, like your lungs are his And I hate queuing up, for festival toilets Especially when you need to shit

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I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes And explaining where people belong I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs And talk through every fucking song I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke And explaining where your going wrong Well if you agree, then come hating with me And feel free to sing along And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Wonderful, love it Well I hate pointless status updates on Facebook FYI we were never "m8"s We pretend to be friends on the internet When in real life, we have nothing to say To each other, oh brother I have love for my mother For good times, for music and my mates Yeah I laugh, and live and I have love to give But sometimes all you can do is hate And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Well I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas They only eat pizza and chips I hate stepping outside, for a smoke and some guy Coughs, like your lungs are his And I hate queuing up, for festival toilets Especially when you need to shit

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