Track 8

FOOF 3:33

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5:15, house wired like a bomb
Sleeve on a wrist and the whole world’s wrong
Crying like it’s some constitutional shit
Over nothing—but it feels like it is
Coffee’s a myth, time’s a scam
Phone lighting up like I give a damn
Standing still while it all caves in
Not calm, not numb—just thin as skin

Something burned off in the static
Didn’t mourn it when it vanished
All that careful, curated skin
Turns out I was dying in it

I’m finally out of fucks
Yeah, I’m down to none
No buffer, no mask, no version 1.1
I’m finally out of fucks
Say the shit, let it land
No spin, no brand
If it breaks, then it breaks—yeah, that’s the plan
I’m finally out of fucks

Conference call, everyone’s fake polite
Talking in circles just to survive the night
Forty-five minutes, no one says shit
But everybody knows what the answer is
Smiles stretched thin like plastic wrap
Every word feels like a fucking trap
I used to play it, nod along
Now I just clock what’s clearly wrong

Short fuse wired to something honest
Can’t fake calm, can’t fucking pause it
Every lie just hits too loud
Like feedback screaming through a crowd

I’m finally out of fucks
Yeah, I’m clean, I’m cut
No time left to dress this bullshit up
I’m finally out of fucks
Call it harsh, call it wrong
I’ve been quiet too damn long
If it stings, maybe that’s the point of the cut
I’m finally out of fucks

Maybe anger’s just the signal
Maybe signal’s all I’ve got
Body learning truth the hard way
From everything it’s not
No breathing app, no silver fix
No lifehack cleans this fucking mix
You strip it down or you disappear
And I’m still standing here

You can’t bullshit what’s real
Kids see straight through the deal
No script, no save, no redo take
You show up or you fucking break

I’m finally out of fucks
Nothing left to defend
No soft edges left to pretend
I’m finally out of fucks
Let it burn, let it wreck
Let it show what’s correct
If it’s real, it survives—if not, cut the check
I’m finally out of fucks

Small hand wrapped in mine
No noise, no fucking design
No act, no role, no bluff
Just this—
And it’s enough

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