fucked up lyrics – b.o.b

(feat. playboy tre)

[intro:]
i’ve lost control
and i’ve lost my soul
i stand so cold
cause i’ve lost control!

[chorus:]
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?
is that why?
is that why?
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?

way too f*cked up obviously
but hey,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 n*gg*rs fake balling, 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 hong kong high! you wanna see me falling, 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.

[chorus:]
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?

first cl*ss on my *ss, don’t know how to act
tell a broad with a big rack bring a shot of jack
i need a lot of that, i should wear a party hat
i can’t see you f*ck boys,call it cataracs
hong kong, nice girls, interracial speaking
goose with the hen, call interracial drinking
living life, stocks soaring, make her pour it
hit a freak on one leg call her captain morgan
y’all all haters, while we all in
ye ain’t heard we the truth where’ve y’all been?
baby take them clothes off, i need all skin
and don’t be stingy with that stuff, cause we all friends!
tell me some freaking,
i kiss my home girl, we’re out of here tre,boy in my own world!
call it planet hangover no fat jesus
yours truly, mr. pot belly, good evening!

[chorus:]
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?
is that’s why you think i’m cool,
because i get f*cked up, f*cked up?

/ b o b lyrics