“PUKE SOMETHING” by Ptite Soeur, neophron, and FEMTOGO, now accessible in English translation, lays bare a raw and deeply honest journey through themes of personal struggle, alienation, and resistance against societal constraints.
This song stands as a powerful statement about living on the margins—addressing issues like homophobia, misunderstood gender identity, and emotional isolation—yet finding strength in authenticity and vulnerability. The English translation lets listeners truly grasp every stark confession, punchline, and moment of pain that the original French lyrics so intensely deliver.
Stylistically, “PUKE SOMETHING” is uncompromising, fusing rapid-fire, conversational verses with sharp, almost poetic turns that challenge listeners to confront uncomfortable realities. Each artist contributes vivid, autobiographical lines that highlight the chaos of growing up misunderstood, contending with self-worth, and rebelling against expectations. The narrative is unfiltered, detailing everything from self-protection and escapism to the resolve of finding beauty and truth in a harsh world, making it both a cathartic outpouring and a call to break cycles of shame and silence.
For anyone reading the English translation, these lyrics provide more than just a window into a specific experience. Dive into the English translation of PUKE SOMETHING below to experience every raw emotion, and discover more from Ptite Soeur, neophron, and FEMTOGO for their fearless creative vision.
| Lead Vocals | Ptite Soeur & FEMTOGO |
| Songwriter | Ptite Soeur & FEMTOGO |
| Music Producer | neophron & prxpvne |
| Label | S.F.N |
| Release Date | October 10, 2025 |
| Song Language | French |
| Copyright © | S.F.N |
| Translation Of | PUKE SOMETHING by Ptite Soeur & FEMTOGO |
Lyrics of PUKE SOMETHING by Ptite Soeur & FEMTOGO in English
[Verse 1: Femtogo & Femtogo And Little Sister]
I Spit On Your Tight Minds, Tighter Than My Sisters’ Tuck
The Heads Of These Racists Under The Twenty-Two Inch Wheels Of The Compressor
What Do You Know About Oppression? Son Of A Rich Guy, You Know Nothing
Ask The Kid What It’s Like To Be Gay When You’re In Middle School
You Want Me To Talk, You Pieces Of Shit, Don’t Throw Up When I Speak
I Was Understood By No One Except Two Or Three Kids From Foster Care
But The Boy, Why Are You Cutting Yourself?
Look At Me, My Heart Hurts
But The Boy, You’re Only Fourteen
I Don’t Give A Damn, It Makes Me Feel Better
The Boy, No One Understands You Anymore
I Don’t Care, There’s Nothing At The End Anyway
The Boy, You Scare Your Mother
Don’t Worry, I’ll Tell Mom
Why Do You Escape Through The Windows?
Because At Night, No One Judges Me
Why Do You Have A Blade In Your Jacket?
Because Those Pigs Are Fifty Years Old
Do You Know That All This Is Disgusting?
I Know, Little Idiot, But I Have No Choice
And Why Don’t You Accept Who You Are?
Because I’m Not Allowed To
The Kid Walks Around At Night, Healing Everything With Whiskey
Throwing Up In The Agapanthus
To Get Home, He Mustn’t Stumble
Dad, Mom Might Hear And Ask Questions, He Can’t Take It Anymore
At School, It’s Already Hell, He Doesn’t Want Another Problem
Only 2D And His Friend Flaki Look At Him Honestly
One Day He Knows He’ll Be Happy, But For Now He Has To Hide
He Pretends In Front Of People Who Barely Liked Him
I Am A Man, Oh As They Say, I Dress Up To Protect Myself
[Verse 2: Little Sister]
Hands In My Pockets, Jaw Tight, I Had To Die To Prosper
The World Wants To Erase You, Kid, Because You’ll Never Bend Enough
No One Showed You The Process, You’re Allowed To Be Human Only On The CD
Okay, How Will You Feel If Even Being Human Is Too Much For You? Huh
Kid, Tell Me How You Feel Trapped By Fake Masculinity
Twenty Years Later, We Find The Crack Because Before,
That’s All I Thought About
The Exit Door, Bastard, Maybe It’s Not Death
No One Understood The Plan Because They Weren’t On Board, Yeah
Every Human Is Wasted By The System Forced On Them
My Mom Thought I Hid Every Time I Lit A Joint (She Was Right)
As A Kid When I Drank Two Liters Of Cooking Rum
(You Know) It Was A Consequence, Not A Cause
How Can You Be Honest Without Talking?
Cameras Watch Without Us Posing
We Come From The Asshole Of The World,
Bastard, I Grew Up Without Compost, Yeah
Today I Shock The City We Never Knew, Yeah
Live Happy, Live Hidden, That Didn’t Save Me, Yeah
[Verse 3: Little Sister & Femtogo]
Before Being Real, My Pride Had Already Drifted Away
Mine Died In Public Toilets
We’re All Children Of God If God Exists
So Why Didn’t He Give A Sign?
Eye For An Eye, Tooth For A Tooth, I’ve Turned The Other Cheek Enough
I’ve Hurt My Body Too Much, I’ve Hurt My Heart Too Much
Tomorrow Will Be Better, Kid, It’s Just Another Day
[Outro: Little Sister]
You Want To Expose Us, You Bastards, We Already Do It Without You
Today I’m More Monetizable Than The Photos Of My Lower Belly And My A–
That Were Shared In Skype Chats When I Was A Kid
We Were Born Beautiful, The World Made Us Ugly
Now It’s Our Turn To Make The World Beautiful Again
And If It’s Not More Beautiful, It’ll At Least Be More True
I Haven’t Eaten Since Yesterday Noon
And I Spent The Night Holding My Pee
Because I Forgot To Consider My Body Again
It’s Okay, We’ve Made It This Far Like This,
I’ll Keep Making The Same Mistakes
Until I Get Rid Of Them Or Until I Die, We’ll See, Right
Now We’re Even Talking To The Fools
Who Can’t See Beyond Appearances
Please, Listen For Two Seconds,
It’s Time To Reconnect To Your Sensitivity
Break The Pattern, You Idiots
Turn The Loop Into An Ascending Spiral
No One Is Perfect, Even Less So Your Image
So Don’t Wait For An Angel To Save You — Be The Angel
Thanks To Neo For Being One Of The First To See Me
Thanks To Femto For Daring To Say What I Never Dared To Say To Anyone
Thanks To The Humans Who Don’t Fall For The Stupidity Of Their Ego
We’re Not Done Digging Yet
And We’re Getting Closer Step By Step To The Heart
The Real One, The One That Escapes All The Filth Of Its Surroundings
The One We’re Born With
Because I’m Far Too Empathetic And Vulnerable
To Allow Us To Live In A Sterile World
Where Even Ethics Becomes A Performance Game
Go F**k Yourselves Or Be Real
