You

[Chorus: Taylor Swift]
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feelin' like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails
On a chalk board, calling me out when I'm wounded
You (I got you!), picking on the weaker man
You

[Verse 1: Witt Lowry]
As you stand there screaming, I just listen to your words
Thinking to myself, "Man, this bitch is so absurd"
And the words that you're screaming don't even make sense (Nah)
Telling me that I'm the reason that my mom fucking left (What?)
These dudes who would use her—bitch, are you crazy? (Are you crazy?)
You knew all the facts and I'm reason they ain't dating (Ah?)
She should've stayed with him, ho, is that what you sayin'? (Fuck you!)
I ain't calling you devil, but we all know that you're pretty close to Satan (Ah)
They say that the devil wears Prada (Yeah)
But your fat ass couldn't fit it, so you're stuck here wearing nada
A shitty ass grandm and an even worse mama
As you look back on your life, you'll see it's full of bad karma (Yah)
You moved to Las Vegas to suck a dude's dick (Dick)
And it's sad that I ain't lying when I'm sayin' that shit
The loves of your of life are some dogs and a fish
And I ain't calling you family, I'd rather get sick, fuck—

[Chorus: Taylor Swift & (Witt Lowry)]
You, with your words like knives
And swords, and weapons that you use against me
(And now I'm saying fuck—)
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feelin' like a nothing
(Now I'm thinking fuck—)
You, with your voice like nails
On a chalk board, calling' me out when I'm wounded
(And now I'm saying fuck—)
You (I got you!), picking on the weaker man
You

[Verse 2: Witt Lowry]
I always thought you were that friend that would be here until the end
Playing Gamecube and eating junk food at 12 in the mornin'
Barely eating out, because our ass couldn't afford it (Uh)
Yelling "Bros over hoes", always saying "Fuck a dumb bitch!" (Yeah)
But as we grew up, we grew apart (Damn)
You see I saw a brighter future, yet your sight turned dark
You're smoking weed and getting wasted because life got hard
It's sad to see that you will never be much more than you are, damn
And I was loyal as fuck to you, man (I was)
You let a ho in between us, yo, I don't understand (The fuck?)
They went from taking us to the top, to never trust you again (Nah)
And honestly now looking back, you were a fake ass friend
With no goals and no ambitions, got nothing going for you (Nah)
Even as a garbage man, I probably wouldn't employ you
I don't respect you motherfucker, bow down, the kid's royal
When they bury you in dirt, I'm gonna feel bad for the soil, so fuck—

[Chorus: Taylor Swift & (Witt Lowry)]
You, with your words like knives
And swords, and weapons that you use against me
(And now I'm saying fuck—)
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feelin' like a nothing
(Now I'm thinking fuck—)
You, with your voice like nails
On a chalk board, calling' me out when I'm wounded
(And now I'm saying fuck—)
You (I got you!), picking on the weaker man
You

[Verse 3: Witt Lowry]
When we first started talking, it was kind of unexpected (Ah)
Went from being just friends, to you gaining all my love and affection (Why?)
Staying up at night, talking 'bout life, we just guessin'
'Cause we didn't know shit, we were just young and livin' reckless
As time went by, you see my trust for you grew (Ah)
I'm just listenin' to you tell me, Mark I only want you
And then the next weekend you were hooking up with some dude? (What the fuck?)
I should've known you were a slut, but you're a lying bitch too
When you were with me, you would act smart, focus, and sweet
But really all you cared about was getting drunk and smoking weed
Girl, you know you fucked up, that's the reason we couldn't be
Good luck tryin' to find a guy that was more loyal than me
And honestly, think about it, girl, you fucked the whole town
You just a ho with no morals, yo that's what I found out
Your only goal is to get high, then bench out on the couch
It'll be a cold day in hell before a bitch bring me down, so fuck—

[Chorus: Taylor Swift & (Witt Lowry)]
You, with your words like knives
And swords, and weapons that you use against me
(And now I'm saying fuck—)
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feelin' like a nothing
(Now I'm thinking fuck—)
You, with your voice like nails
On a chalk board, calling' me out when I'm wounded
(And now I'm saying fuck—)
You (I got you!), picking on the weaker man