Fuckboy SUPREME by GUMBALL MACHINE Lyrics
Tongue got my cat
I ain't fakin' a moan
Why you jabbin' the lady?
Are you asking if she's home?
Can't sound the buzzer, there's no time left
Aren't Fuckboys the best?
Make me wanna die but can't bring a little death
Why you gotta be bitter? I'm omnivorous
I chew bones and spit glitter
I litter the ground with broken hearts
So sweet when I queef it smells like Pop Tart
Fuckboy
You're a Fuckboy Supreme
Like you gotta pay seventy cents extra for sour cream
You're a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
With your sad eyes
And your overpriced jeans
You're a Fuckboy
You're a Fuckboy Supreme
Bigger disappointment than vegan diet ice cream
You’re a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
You’re a pre-cum laude wet dream
Wanna grind but can’t dance
Turn around there’s a sweaty Fuckboy attached to my pants
I chew you out
You're tongue tied
Can’t give head but expect a free ride
Come in so many flavors, like Now Or Laters
Can’t trade ‘em
Good ZOB who can save ‘em
Can’t last five seconds, but they keep coming
A millennial plague, firstborn and their brothers
Listen up ladies it’s a Fuckboy embargo
Lysistrata’s sisters starve ‘em I’m Argo
Listen up ladies and repeat after me
Attention all Fuckboys: Leave the party
Fuckboy
You’re a Fuckboy Supreme
Like you gotta pay seventy cents extra for sour cream
You’re a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
With your sad eyes and your overpriced jeans
You’re a Fuckboy
You’re a Fuckboy Supreme
With your Natty Light, neon tank and sweat sheen
You’re a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
With your beard, prop guitar and ennui
Sad boys, Art Bros
Frat Stars, Friend zoned
Heartless hoes with glass egos
Same chromosome in different clothes
Following everywhere we go
2 am texting my phone
Are you up they wanna know
Fuckboys go home
Fuckboy
You’re a Fuckboy Supreme
Like you gotta pay 70 cents extra for sour cream
You’re a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
With your sad eyes and your overpriced jeans
You’re a Fuckboy
You’re a Fuckboy Supreme
With your salmon pants, date rape, and eating clean
You’re a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
Belittle the bitches you bed but you cry when you cream
I ain't fakin' a moan
Why you jabbin' the lady?
Are you asking if she's home?
Can't sound the buzzer, there's no time left
Aren't Fuckboys the best?
Make me wanna die but can't bring a little death
Why you gotta be bitter? I'm omnivorous
I chew bones and spit glitter
I litter the ground with broken hearts
So sweet when I queef it smells like Pop Tart
Fuckboy
You're a Fuckboy Supreme
Like you gotta pay seventy cents extra for sour cream
You're a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
With your sad eyes
And your overpriced jeans
You're a Fuckboy
You're a Fuckboy Supreme
Bigger disappointment than vegan diet ice cream
You’re a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
You’re a pre-cum laude wet dream
Wanna grind but can’t dance
Turn around there’s a sweaty Fuckboy attached to my pants
I chew you out
You're tongue tied
Can’t give head but expect a free ride
Come in so many flavors, like Now Or Laters
Can’t trade ‘em
Good ZOB who can save ‘em
Can’t last five seconds, but they keep coming
A millennial plague, firstborn and their brothers
Listen up ladies it’s a Fuckboy embargo
Lysistrata’s sisters starve ‘em I’m Argo
Listen up ladies and repeat after me
Attention all Fuckboys: Leave the party
Fuckboy
You’re a Fuckboy Supreme
Like you gotta pay seventy cents extra for sour cream
You’re a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
With your sad eyes and your overpriced jeans
You’re a Fuckboy
You’re a Fuckboy Supreme
With your Natty Light, neon tank and sweat sheen
You’re a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
With your beard, prop guitar and ennui
Sad boys, Art Bros
Frat Stars, Friend zoned
Heartless hoes with glass egos
Same chromosome in different clothes
Following everywhere we go
2 am texting my phone
Are you up they wanna know
Fuckboys go home
Fuckboy
You’re a Fuckboy Supreme
Like you gotta pay 70 cents extra for sour cream
You’re a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
With your sad eyes and your overpriced jeans
You’re a Fuckboy
You’re a Fuckboy Supreme
With your salmon pants, date rape, and eating clean
You’re a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy Supreme
Belittle the bitches you bed but you cry when you cream