GO FUCK YOURSELF, MOTHERFUCKER [Verse 1] Three in the morning Blue screen glow Twenty-seven tabs And nowhere to go A screenshot folder Called “IMPORTANT STUFF” Filled with mysteries And random junk A coffee ring On a legal pad A note that says “Maybe?” Underlined in black A theory died At 2:43 And honestly It deserved to be [Chorus] Go fuck yourself, motherfucker The treasure map ain’t in my hand Go fuck yourself, motherfucker Go wander through the promised land Get lost Get wrong Find three things that don’t belong Do your own research, motherfucker That’s where the good stuff comes from [Verse 2] One guy swears He knows the truth One guy swears The moon is soup One guy’s got A seventeen-part thread Connecting ancient Rome To breakfast bread The algorithm smiles And feeds the fire A lizard king A hidden wire A secret club A coded sign Three hours later You’ve forgotten why [Chorus] Go fuck yourself, motherfucker Nobody owes you certainty Go fuck yourself, motherfucker Confusion is the entry fee Take notes Pull strings Break apart a thousand things Do your own research, motherfucker Curiosity has teeth [Bridge] A dead link A strange book A sentence that deserves a second look A blurry photo A forgotten name A tiny clue That changes everything A wrong turn A right turn A lesson you didn’t know you’d earned The best discoveries Rarely arrive Where everybody said to drive [Breakdown – Spoken] You wanted the answer. I get it. Everybody wants the answer. The answer is comfortable. The answer lets you stop. The question is where the adventure lives. [Final Chorus] Go fuck yourself, motherfucker Leave the flashlight on tonight Go fuck yourself, motherfucker There are dragons past the light Read more Think more Kick another locked door Do your own research, motherfucker Wonder’s worth fighting for [Outro] Twenty-seven tabs Blue screen glow Most of them wrong A few of them gold And somewhere buried Under all the noise A tiny spark Still making noise Go fuck yourself, motherfucker And happy hunting
