Fucked Up - B.o.B, Playboy Tre

I’ve lost control

And I’ve lost my soul

I stand so cold

Cause I’ve lost control!

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

Is that why?

Is that why?

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

Way too fucked 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 niggers 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.

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

First class on my ass, 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 fuck 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!

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

Is that’s why you think I’m cool,

Because I get fucked up, fucked up?