The F Track - Showtek

Knock, knock, knock, knock

Uh, yes, hello, uh, good evening

Um, I'm. I'm Joel from uh, 37B

Um, yes. I'm wondering

Could you turn the noise down please?

It's. It's giving me rather a headache

And my daughter, she needs to study, you see

Geeza, 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

My favorite 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 the same old shit again

If it ain't my neighbors complaining about my kicking bass

It's the fucking media; telling me my music is attracting the worst kind

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 meeee)

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 fuckups from the authorities

Telling me that my nightlife is to be cut short

Closing clubs at 3, instead of 5, 6 or 7

Not even considering my afterparty in the Sunday fucking morning

I'm gonna get messed 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!