Letra Fucked Up - B.o.B
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 fuc*** up, fuc*** up
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fuc*** up, fuc*** up
Is-is that why?
Is that why?
Is that why? (Why, why, I, I, I)
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fuc*** up, fuc*** up
Well way too fuc*** 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 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 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 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
Ha!
(Shout out to my dog Shawty Slim)
First class on my ass, don't know how to act
Tell the broad with the big rack bring a shot of Jack
I need a lot of that, I should wear a party hat (damn)
I can't see you f*** boys, call it cataracts
Hong-Kong, nice girls, interracial speaking
Goose with the hen, call that interracial drinking
Living life, stocks soaring, make her pour in
Hit a freak on one leg call her Captain Morgan
Ya'll all haters while we all in
Ye ain't heard we the truth fuck'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 something freaky
Now 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. Potbelly, good evening
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