No fucks to hand out. No fucks to hand out. [Verse 1] I used to keep a pocket full of fucks to hand out, One for every sideways look, one for every loud mouth. I used to bring the basket to every little fight, But now it’s sittin’ empty — yeah, I spent them all last night. You want another fuck? Baby, step right up, I checked my hands this morning and they’re all cleaned up. [Pre-Chorus] I’m fresh out, Empty shelves. You can talk all day to someone else. I’m done countin’, done with the line — If you need a fuck, you’re out of time. [Chorus / Drop] No fucks to hand out, No fucks to spare. Not no fucks in the jar, not one in there. No fucks to hand out, take a number, babe — I’m all out of fucks, and I’m keepin’ my shape. [Verse 2] You can bring your opinions like coins at a cup, But I’m not vending empathy, not machine or stuff. You can wave your lip when it’s lookin’ like a scene in the air, I’m not takin’ returns now — I was never really there. I gave too many away, the people who don't care Now my fat bank's overdrawn and the balance says beware. [Pre-Chorus] I’m fresh out, Empty shelves. You can talk all day to someone else. I’m done countin’, done with the line — If you need a fuck, you’re out of time. [Chorus / Drop] No fucks to hand out, No fucks to spare. Not no fucks in the jar, not one in there. No fucks to hand out, take a number, babe — I’m all out of fucks, and I’m keepin’ my shape. [Bridge – half-time breakdown] You can knock, knock, knock on that dead little door, I’ve been down bad, baby, but I came here more. Don’t call me names if you ain’t feelin’ enough — I’m not mean,
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