B.o.B, Playboy Tre - Fucked Up lyrics

I've lost control
And I've lost my soul
My heart's turned to cold
'Cause, I've lost control

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? (Is that)
Is that why you think I'm cool
(Is that why? Is that why?)
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
(Is that why? Why, why, I)
Is that why you think I'm cool (I)
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (I, ha)

We're way too fucked up, but obviously
But, hey that's just what happens
When the bottles are free
Prestige like an alderman
I'm laid up in the suite like Solomon
Y'all just followin'
I'm halfway across the world
It just occurred to me
I look down, wallet full of foreign currency
(Haha) table full of shots, that's courtesy
Broke niggers fake ballin', that's perjury
I do my thing certainly
One black, one Asian, diversity
I got a girl, she got a girl
We do 'em both concurrently
I wanna see them lips move
And I ain't talking verbally
I'm at the peak, man, I'm Hong-Kong high
They wanna see me fall and I don't know why
I'm getting wasted at the Hong-Kong spot
And the room keeps spinning
But I don't know 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?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (Ha)
Is that why you think I'm cool
(Shoutout to my dawg, Shawty Slim)
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (Ha)

First class on my ass, don't know how to act
(Ha) tell the broad with the big rack
Bring a shot of Jack (Shot of Jack)
I need a lot of that
I should wear a party hat (yeah)
I can't see you fuck boys, call it cataracts
(Haha)
Hong-Kong, nice girls, interracial speaking
(yeah) goose with the Hen'
Call it interracial drinking (yeah)
Living life, stock soaring, liquor pourin'
(yeah) hit a freak on one leg
Call her Captain Morgan (yeah)
Y'all all haters while we all in (All in)
Ye ain't heard, we the truth
Fuck have y'all been? (Ha)
Baby, take them clothes off, I need all skin
And don't be stingy with that stuff
'cause we all friends ()
Tell me something freaky
Now kiss my home girl (Kiss my home girl)
We out of here, Tre, boy, in my own world
(Own world)
Call it Planet Hangover, no fat Jesus
Yours truly, Mr Potbelly, good evening (yeah)

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?
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?
Is that why you think I'm cool