Fucked Up

I'm getting fucked up, Think my lucks up No time to cry, It's time to see me cooking up It's time to see what I'm cooking up It's time to see what I've cooked up I'm fucked up I'm high right now It's getting hard to see, I think my lights going out Keep rolling blunts, Taking shots until the night runs out Crossfaded, Think my times run out Bitches say they want me, Got too much pride now Smoking on the blunt, You know I'm smoking on the loud Growing in the industry and making Momma proud Tell me go again, That's dependent on the crowd Take another shot, You know I'm drinking up this Hennessey Trying to find the words, Can't think, What is into me Talk comes cheap, You're really thinking about me mentally Bars come easy, I'm really thinking this is meant for me Run it back, I'm running it back I'm not stopping till my bread's growing, Give me a stack Ricky Bobby taught me if you ain't first then you're last Weed strong, Lungs full, You know that I'm gassed I'm getting fucked up, Think my lucks up No time to cry, It's time to see me cooking up It's time to see what I'm cooking up It's time to see what I've cooked up I'm fucked up I'm high right now It's getting hard to see, I think my lights going out Keep rolling blunts, Taking shots until the night runs out Crossfaded, Think my times run out Too drunk, Fucked up and I'm faded out it One cut, Two cuts, Now I'm breaking down and I don't want to be alive but I'm hanging out and Take another bump, I'm buzzing and won't make it out and I keep fucking up cause I love these drugs Devil on my shoulder and I can't give him up Ring on her finger cause I let myself love Temptations a bitch and I can't get enough Using booze for excuses, I knew it couldn't end well Getting loose with Medusa, I'm getting ready for Hell Got some shrooms and a hookah, I'll be away for a spell I said I'm too fucked up, She says I can fucking tell I'm getting fucked up, Think my lucks up No time to cry, It's time to see me cooking up It's time to see what I'm cooking up It's time to see what I've cooked up I'm fucked up I'm high right now It's getting hard to see, I think my lights going out Keep rolling blunts, Taking shots until the night runs out Crossfaded, Think my times run out