Текст песни Screwed Up

Ah yeah, we sendin' this one out from everybody
I mean to everybody from the H-Town to the A-Town
An' worldwide, so get your lighters, get your drink
An' I tell you what, I'm so fucked up an' screwed up
If anybody try to blow my high, you know what I'ma tell 'em

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I feel better than I've ever felt before
Intoxicated but maintainin' self-control
I took a swig, I had a jug, chug a log, I'm loud an' clear
I had some bud, I lit it up an' then I made it disappear

'Cause my magic tricks are so fabulous
This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smokin' cannibus
If you mad at this, damn it then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I made a call to my dog, time to split the blunt an' break it up
Three wheel motion, purple potion, I gotta shake it up
I tried to kick the habit, but it keep callin' me
Abra cadabra, here's a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed
Zig Zag's an' golden wraps got my mind gone
Drugs don't affect my work, I still get my grind on

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I'm leaning like the Tower of Pisa, the syrup squeezer
Come close to my stash an' get treated as if I'm Ebeneezer
I'm throwed, blowed, matter of fact
Let's call this the thrower potion
I'm screwed up, so no wonder things are in slower motion

I gots to have it, can't kick the habit
I've tried to shake it
The drug experiment stage if you mistake then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I'm from Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless an' then we peel off
You ain't had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth an' Jack Frost
Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta take it, man
If it's a record for smokin' I'm 'bout to break it, man
Me an' Luda puffin' budda, we in a black Cougar
On Zap Judas, you try to jack us, we grab rugers

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

How can I say it plain that I'm off that Mary Jane?
An' if it's true what they say
Then I don't know how many cells is left in my fuckin' brain
But I'ma keep on writin' an' lightin'
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An' tell the hood that I've hired niggers an' fired crackers

On the Fourth of July
Opens your eyes, I'm jokin' stupid
I love all races but if you hatin' my music then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I love my, I get patient, we never have to take a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I'm always gettin' rest
I wake to breakfast an' head, you wake up to breakfast in bed
Should I drive my H2? I'ma take the Lexus instead

Pimpin', ain't dead but I'll leave you niggaz dead
From all this pimpin'
I'm ridin' spinners like a pimp
That's why I'm limpin'

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

Off substances that's controlled
That's how this story goes
I popped the cap, broke the ice
An' Lil' Flip done broke the mold

I'm so cold I think I see dead people
Nah, that's just my homies passed out in the Regal
Believe it, the potency is so strong, if you notice me
I'm calm, cool an' collected an' if you disrespect it then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

We doin' this for them players that bank screw music
We don't pass out after 8 blunts because we used to it
Me an' Cris like Cheech an' Chong
So hurry, break out the weed an' the bong

'Cause if it ain't grade A trees, we gotta leave it alone
An' to my homie Screw, you know I gotta hold it down
An' if they want it then they gotta come an' take the crown

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

So there you have it, sendin' this one out
To all my drinkers an' all my smokers
United an' lighted we stand, inebriated we fall

An' if you wanna pass the sobriety an' breathalyser test
Here's a quick Luda tip, some packets of mustard
In your car, keep mustard goddamn it
An' whoever said niggaz in the south can't rhyme

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up