Somehow, they've always said it best! Here's to JC:
No Hard Feelings
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
Cuz you ain't nothing but trash
I put out to spite
the fact that you're like a
Hawian Punch Mustache
Right under my nose
Thinking I'm so
Cornel Clink oblivious
But how could I not see,
You got off scott 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
If I wanna 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
Maybe it ain't your birthday
But then did ya know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I should have got
Is over you sooner
So I'm just gonna wrap it up
