Showtek - The F-Track lyrics
Showtek [Sjoerd Janssen, Wouter Janssen]
[Showtek - The F-Track lyrics]
Geezer, first of all it gives
Me a fucking headache
When idiots like you come knocking
On my fucking door
Telling me to turn my fucking noise down
This ain’t noise mate
This is fucking Showtek
(Oh, no it’s Showtek again)
My favourite fucking music
And secondly that daughter of yours
Who’s very hot just happens to be coming out
With me for the weekend so fuck you!
So it’s that same old shit again
If it ain’t my neighbours complaining
About my kicking bass
It’s the fucking media telling me my
Music is attracting the worst kinds
Highlighting the drug use
And aggressive sounds
These cunts just don’t know nothing
About clubbing the late-night raves
So let me tell you this, motherfuckers
Not everybody listens to Mr williams (let me)
When my generation parties
We do it 25000 strong
So people can say what they want
But this is all real
And you know this is true
So just let me listen to my music
And fuck you! You know what
I’m sick of all the haters always
Having a reason to complain
About this music and the way
I live my fucking life
I can’t believe these suck-ups
From the authorities
Telling me that my nightlife is
To be cut short
Closing clubs at three instead of five
Six and seven
Not even considering my afterparty on
A Sunday fucking morning
Ha, I’m gonna get mashed up
Before the sun goes down
I’m gonna get drunk too quick in the pub
And I’m gonna pop pills in
The lines to the club
Don’t try to fucking understand me
Just let me escape from reality
Ain’t nobody telling me what to do
Or what not to do
This is my life, this is my music
So fuck you! So fuck you!
Me a fucking headache
When idiots like you come knocking
On my fucking door
Telling me to turn my fucking noise down
This ain’t noise mate
This is fucking Showtek
(Oh, no it’s Showtek again)
My favourite fucking music
And secondly that daughter of yours
Who’s very hot just happens to be coming out
With me for the weekend so fuck you!
So it’s that same old shit again
If it ain’t my neighbours complaining
About my kicking bass
It’s the fucking media telling me my
Music is attracting the worst kinds
Highlighting the drug use
And aggressive sounds
These cunts just don’t know nothing
About clubbing the late-night raves
So let me tell you this, motherfuckers
Not everybody listens to Mr williams (let me)
When my generation parties
We do it 25000 strong
So people can say what they want
But this is all real
And you know this is true
So just let me listen to my music
And fuck you! You know what
I’m sick of all the haters always
Having a reason to complain
About this music and the way
I live my fucking life
I can’t believe these suck-ups
From the authorities
Telling me that my nightlife is
To be cut short
Closing clubs at three instead of five
Six and seven
Not even considering my afterparty on
A Sunday fucking morning
Ha, I’m gonna get mashed up
Before the sun goes down
I’m gonna get drunk too quick in the pub
And I’m gonna pop pills in
The lines to the club
Don’t try to fucking understand me
Just let me escape from reality
Ain’t nobody telling me what to do
Or what not to do
This is my life, this is my music
So fuck you! So fuck you!