You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head

You fucked my head up, I wrote this letter

You put me down, I could not get up

My brother told me, you fucking better

These other rappers, they'll come and lap ya

I want the spotlight, they say its not mine

I do what they do, they say thats not mic

Back to passion, back to spazzin'

Like it ran out of fashion, fuck it, back to mashin'

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head

You fucked my head up, from just a younger

Another tenner, I roll the L up

And smoke that potent, to stop that stress up

Because of you there's so much that I don't remember

But ironically, I won't forget ya

You shut my mind off so the demons will not enter

I'm not a quitter, I'm on a winner

And everywhere I go, uh I gotta bill up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head up

You fucked my head

I visit my manor, I come and go

It's so fucking cold, everyone's a ghost

I always thought we'd blow, so many stories told

I gave my life, my blood and bones

I touch your soul, I'm coming home

My brother told me breeze out, pack your shit and leave now

You got too much passion to be beat down, by this ghost town

You know how to swim because you've seen me drown

You fucked my head up

Two-twos, they dont know the half, you do

They don't know my heart, you do

Why's that? Cause you choose to

I trust you, why the fu' would i ever wanna lose you

We move reckless, got screws loose

Both tryna figure out who's who

Got guns drawn, can't bring ourselves to shoot

But if i tell the truth, we should shoot

Shoot, I'm going to hell with you

If we both go how they gonna fill our shoes?

They ain't realer, yo bill up, I'll bill up 2

I feel sicker and sicker, what's in our Goose?

Is it the liquor, is it Im sick of you

I know you feel the same, I puke you puke

Lucky I wasn't in front of a camera

Sorry cause I got too drunk and i slapped ya

Feel like I had to, feel like I had the right

What kinda man am I? Yea, my hands are tied

How many times have we tried?

Im so high, I think can we fly

I'm too angry weren't built for family life