Текст песни Fucked Up

I've lost control
And I've lost my soul
My hearts turned to coal
Cause I've lost control!

Chorus:
Is that's 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?
Is that why?
Is that 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?

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 half way across the world, it just occurred to me
I look down, wallet full of foreign currency
Table full of shots, that's courtesy
Broke niggas fake ballin, that's perjury.
I do my thing certainly
One black, one asian, Diversity
I got a girl, she got a girl, we doing both concurrently
I wanna see 'em lips move, and I ain't talking verbally!
I'm at the peak, man
I'm hon, kong high! you wanna see me falling, I don't know why
I'm getting wasted at the hong kong spot
And the world keeps spinning, but I don't know why.

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Is that's 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's 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?

First class on my ass, don't know how to act
Tell a broad with a big rack bring a shot of jack
I need a lot of that, hustle with, party hard
I can't see you fuck boys call it cateracs
Hon-kong, nice girls, interacial speaking
... international drinking
Living life, stop soaring, make a...
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...
And don't be stringent with that stuff, cause we all friends!
Tell me som freaking,
I kiss my home girl, we're out of here... in my own world!
Call it... over no fat jesus
Your truly, mr. pat belly, good evening!

Chorus:
Is that's 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's 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?