Kevin McCall, Chris Brown - I'm Fucked Up lyrics

Cyeah, it's me and C Breezy
You know, okay, I'll admit it, we up, ha

I'm in the club, fuck about a service
I take my own shots, Texaco berence
Once your shawty see me and C Breezy, boy
It's curtains
Spilling Ace of Spades on the carpet
But it's on purpose
My house look like a circus
Dick look like a serpent
This look like a movie, one take
No rehearsing
She twerking it for this money so
I feel like she deserve it
I'ma put my thing down
She took it and reverse it like I miss it
I'm pissy like I got a weak bladder
Tipsy off this Cristy, nigga
It don't even matter boy, I'm loco, cuckoo
Call me Sub Zero 'cause I'm so cold
Ha, you see that booty? She
Could make a fortune
No wonder her body cold 'cause
She drop dead gorgeous you don't get it? You
Slower than a motherfucker
Dummy, I'm rolling so I'm
On than a motherfucker

I'm up, I'm brain dead
Walking round like the club like I
Don't know what day it is
I'm high, higher than a plane bitch
Walking round like the club like I
Don't know what day it is
Monday I be balling, Tuesday I be balling
Wednesday I be balling
Man these bitches keep on coming
Thursday I be chilling
But Friday I be killing saturday and Sunday
That's the motherfucking weekend

Look, yeah, 'cause I'm smoking super fire
From my lighter yeah
I want her with the stripes cause I
Know that she a tiger ow!
Engine growling like a bitch so I
Pull up right beside her look
I tell her hop up in, upgrade
I supersize her haha
150 grand chain, what you doing, hoe?
Two girls in the bed, guess I'm 2-0
Gold wrappers
Better wrap it like a tuna roll yep
Your body ain't bad, girl
You're beautiful yikes
My watch only cost your car note yeah
Three girls
Your dog and a pack of smokes ow!
Ha, my roof wild, alligator, bitch yeah
I'm stunting in the club like I
Don't know what day it is
Yeah, these little mamas in pyjamas
And I'm in this club huh
And it feel like the Bahamas
Bad bitches in the front and
The boom's right behind us
I'm super fucked up, hey
I'm just being honest, yikes look

I'm fucked up, I'm brain dead
Walking round like the club like I
Don't know what day it is
I'm high, higher than a plane bitch
Walking round like the club like I
Don't know what day it is
Monday I be balling, Tuesday I be balling
Wednesday I be balling
Man these bitches keep on coming
Thursday I be chilling
But Friday I be killing saturday and Sunday
That's the motherfucking weekend
I'm fucked up, I'm brain dead
Walking round like the club like I
Don't know what day it is
I'm high, higher than a plane bitch
Walking round like the club like I
Don't know what day it is
Monday I be balling, Tuesday I be balling
Wednesday I be balling
Man these bitches keep on coming
Thursday I be chilling
But Friday I be killing saturday and Sunday
That's the motherfucking weekend