Fucked Up (feat. Playboy Tre)
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Fucked Up (feat. Playboy Tre)
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I've lost control
And I've lost my soul
But I stand so cold
Cause I've lost control!
Is that's why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why?
Is that why?
Is that's why, why, why
Is that's why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Way too fucked up obviously
But that's what just happens when the bottles are free
Prestige like an older man
I'm laid up in the sweet like solomon
You all just following
I'm halfway across the world, it just occurred to me
I look down, wallet full of currency
Table full of shots, that's courtesy
Brought niggers fake bowling, that's perjure
I do my thing certainly
One black, one asian, the adversity
I got a girl, she got a girl, we doing both concomitantly
I wanna see 'em lips move, and I ain't talking verbally!
I'm at the peak, man
I'm hong kong high!
You wanna see me falling, I don't know why
I'm getting laid at the hon kong spot
And the world keeps spinning, but I don't know why
Is that's why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that's why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
First class down my ass, don't know how to act
Tell a broad with a big... bring a shot of jack
I need a lot of that, hustle with, party hard
I can't see you fuck boys ...
Hong-kong, nice girls, international speaking
Goose here... international drinking
Living life, start soaring, nigga pouring
Hit a freak on one ... call it captain morgan
You all are hater, while we all lean
Getting hurt with the true fucking?
Make it take controls off, I need owl skin
And don't be stringent with that stuff, cause we all friends!
Tell me some freaking
I kiss my home girl
We're out of here, trade for one in my own world!
Call it ... over no fat jesus
Your truly, mr. pat belly, good evening!
Is that's why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that's why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
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