Fuckboy (supreme) Lyrics - Singles - Gumball Machine

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 

Like Demonius X, personality's a hex 

Look like a mess but think you deserve the best 

You want big tits, small waist, 

But you're an ever expanding waste of space 

Like a black hole, approaching critical mass 

Banging to celluloid on your sizable ass 

But you've got "class", you've got "swag" 

A douche by any other name is just as sad 

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