[Verse 1: Ezzo Smith ]

Yeah, uh

All these politicians hypocrites

I hold the finger with my fingertips

Which I use to split that shit

I hit the spliff in this fast life

You have to relax big

It's a fast life even if I said it twice

You gotta work hard and serve garbage, is that nice? (no)

So fuck that, I go back

Sippin’ nice on your cold aid

Figure out why he told that

All that shit runnin’ so fast

I gotta go back

I ain't got no time for this so please stay away

Ain't another day goes by without you on my mind (on my mind, fuck)

But you keep on fuckin me up

I'm on my re-up, why you keep on fuckin me up (1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4)

(but yeah)

[Hook: Ezzo Smith]

I was already fucked up (damn)

Before you came into my mind (ah, free)

I was already fucked up (uh)

Before you said sorry (hurt)

I should leave this behind

[Hook: Ezzo Smith]

I was already fucked up (damn)

Before you came into my mind (ah, free)

I was already fucked up (uh)

Before you said sorry (hurt)

I should leave this behind

[Verse 2: Cluez.]

Burning off a reputation

Had to get a reparation

Keep it real, no faking

That’s my final destination

Now I’m trapping out the basement

Comment on no conversation

Then I keep on contemplating

Focus on my concentration

Not going insane

I’m not gonna win that

Drop the world instant

‘Cause I can’t turn things back

Now I do not feel a thing, means I’m intact

Fuck no, I go for broke

And that’s on god but in fact

I take what I get

And I break the whole set

You can’t change where you at

Hit the brakes, don’t do that

Snakes in the grass

And the fakes repossessed

High at stakes, bigger task

Hit the stage, do the math

Do this shit all by my own

Can’t get out the zone

I’m trying to hold on

But I was fucked up all along

[Hook: Ezzo Smith & Cluez.]

I was already fucked up (damn)

Before you came into my mind (ah, free)

I was already fucked up (uh)

Before you said sorry (hurt)

I should leave this behind

[Verse 3: Cluez.]

I don’t even know where to begin

I’m always desperate for a win

I had to give myself a chance

And now I’m ‘bout to put it in

Blown away just like the wind

With all those tattoos on my skin

I’ll sit on top and take you with me

That’s the type of shit I bring

Hey!

So close yet so far gone

Been around for so long

I wanna pay forgiveness

But I’m broke, I can’t get no heart

Finish, can’t get no start

Drinking off my own bars

Covering my soul scars

And flip ‘em into gold charts

Fading off a cup until I feel intoxicated

Overthinking ever since that shit got complicated

Hustle like you’re broke, the trouble spots got me frustrated

Only time will tell who’s gonna make it unrelated

[Outro: Ezzo Smith]

I was already fucked up

I was already fucked up

Before you said sorry

I should leave this behind