Lyrics
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash
I put out despite the fact that you're like a hawaiian punch moustache
Right under my nose thinking, I'm so colonel klink oblivious
But how could I not see, you got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
If I want to be repeatedly shit on, I'll go make dutch porn
When roughly translated, even your naked truth means squat and what's more
I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on september 11th
I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore (anymore)
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
I'm just gonna wrap it up (To fuck you)
I'm just gonna wrap it up
I'm just gonna wrap it up (To fuck you)
I'm just gonna wrap it up
I'm just gonna wrap it up (To fuck you)
I'm just gonna wrap it up
I'm just gonna wrap it up (To fuck you)
I'm just gonna wrap it up (anymore)
