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Fuck Around & Find Out (feat. Marcus Fraser) Video (MV)




Performed By: Ratfolk
Language: English
Length: 3:34
Written by: Jack Donehue




Ratfolk - Fuck Around & Find Out (feat. Marcus Fraser) Lyrics
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Nice canapés and hey nice to meet you
Wow your son must be a good investor
I will puke on your kaftan
And I will piss on your air-fryer
Yeah you best save up, get on the market
Monkey see monkey do
Wow I guess you've got things all figured out
And you ask me what I do?
I'm f*cking around
Just f*cking around
Just f*cking around
And I'm finding out
I'm just finding out
Just finding out
I'm f*cking around
Just f*cking around
Just f*cking around
And I'm finding out
I'm just finding out
Dancing to a shit beat in a shit club full of shit eaters
Parasitic, status judging, homophobic, mouth breathers
Maybe I don't want your job
And maybe I don't want your mortgage
I got a fear of happy socked, grey suited, crew cut
Belfort wannabe, douchebag bankers
I'm f*cking around
Just f*cking around
Just f*cking around
And I'm finding out
I'm just finding out
Just finding out
All the gold in the world could not
Get me to fit in with all you posers
Gifted
Dead ends
Failures and f*ckups
I'm f*cking around
Just f*cking around
Just f*cking around
And I'm finding out
I'm just finding out
Just finding out
I'm f*cking around
Just f*cking around
Just f*cking around
And I'm finding out
I'm just finding out
Just finding out
I'm f*cking around and I'm finding out
Just finding out
I'm f*cking around and I'm finding out
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English

Nice canapés and hey nice to meet you
Wow your son must be a good investor
I will puke on your kaftan
And I will piss on your air-fryer
Yeah you best save up, get on the market
Monkey see monkey do
Wow I guess you've got things all figured out
And you ask me what I do?
I'm f*cking around
Just f*cking around
Just f*cking around
And I'm finding out
I'm just finding out
Just finding out
I'm f*cking around
Just f*cking around
Just f*cking around
And I'm finding out
I'm just finding out
Dancing to a shit beat in a shit club full of shit eaters
Parasitic, status judging, homophobic, mouth breathers
Maybe I don't want your job
And maybe I don't want your mortgage
I got a fear of happy socked, grey suited, crew cut
Belfort wannabe, douchebag bankers
I'm f*cking around
Just f*cking around
Just f*cking around
And I'm finding out
I'm just finding out
Just finding out
All the gold in the world could not
Get me to fit in with all you posers
Gifted
Dead ends
Failures and f*ckups
I'm f*cking around
Just f*cking around
Just f*cking around
And I'm finding out
I'm just finding out
Just finding out
I'm f*cking around
Just f*cking around
Just f*cking around
And I'm finding out
I'm just finding out
Just finding out
I'm f*cking around and I'm finding out
Just finding out
I'm f*cking around and I'm finding out
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Writer: Jack Donehue
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