I’m Fucked Up

[Intro: Kevin McCall]
Cyeah, it's me and C Breezy
You know, okay, I'll admit it, we fucked up, huh

[Verse 1: Kevin McCall]
I'm in the club, fuck a bottle service
Take my own shots, catch a cold [berence?]
Once your shawty see me and C Breezy, boy, it's curtains (Ayy)
Spillin' Ace of Spades on the carpet, but it's on purpose
My house look like a circus (Circus), dick look like a serpent (Serpent)
This look like a movie (What?), one take, no rehearsin'
She twerkin' it for this money, so I feel like she deserve it
I'ma put my thing down (Down), she flip it and reverse it
Like I'm Missy, I'm pissy like I got a weak bladder (Bladder)
Tipsy off this Cristy, nigga, it don't even matter
Boy, I'm loco (Loco), cuckoo (Cuckoo)
Call me Sub-Zero 'cause I'm so cold (So cold)
Ha, you see that booty? She could make a fortune
No wonder her body cold 'cause she drop-dead gorgeous (Dead gorgeous)
You don't get it? (What?) You slow than a motherfucker (Dummy)
I'm rollin', so I'm owed than a motherfucker (Rollin')

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown]
I'm fucked up, I'm brain dead (Yeah)
Walkin' 'round like the club like I don't know what day it is (Nope)
I'm high, higher than the plane, bitch
Walkin' 'round like the club like I don't know what day it is
Monday, I be ballin' (Ballin'), Tuesday, I be ballin' (Ballin')
Wednesday, I be ballin', man, these bitches keep on callin' (Callin')
Thursday, I be chillin' (Chillin'), but Friday, I be killin' (Killin')
Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherfuckin' weekend (Look, yeah)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
'Cause I'm smokin' super fire from my lighter (Yeah)
I want her with the stripes 'cause I know that she a tiger (Ow!)
Engine growlin' like a bitch, so I pull up right beside her (Look)
I tell her hop up in, upgrade, I supersize her (Haha)
Hunnid-fifty grand chain, what you doin', ho?
Two girls in the bed, guess I'm two-and-oh
Gold wrappers, better wrap it like a tuna roll (Yep)
Your body ain't bad, girl, you're beautiful (Haha)
Yikes, my watch only cost your car note (Yeah)
Three girls, your dog, and a pack of smokes (Ow!)
Ha, my roof wild, alligator, bitch (Yeah)
I'm stuntin' in the club like I don't know what day it is
Yeah, these doo-doo mamas in pajamas
And I'm in this club hot, and it feel like the Bahamas (Woo)
Bad bitches in the front and the goons right behind us
I'm super fucked up (Yeah), hey, I'm just bein' honest, yikes

[Chorus: Kevin McCall]
I'm fucked up, I'm brain dead (Yeah)
Walkin' 'round like the club like I don't know what day it is (Nope)
I'm high, higher than the plane, bitch
Walkin' 'round like the club like I don't know what day it is
Monday, I be ballin' (Ballin'), Tuesday, I be ballin' (Ballin')
Wednesday, I be ballin', man, these bitches keep on callin' (Callin')
Thursday, I be chillin' (Chillin'), but Friday, I be killin' (Killin')
Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherfuckin' weekend (Ha)

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus: Kevin McCall]
I'm fucked up, I'm brain dead
Walkin' 'round like the club like I don't know what day it is
I'm high, higher than the plane, bitch
Walkin' 'round like the club like I don't know what day it is
Monday, I be ballin' (Ballin'), Tuesday, I be ballin' (Ballin')
Wednesday, I be ballin', man, these bitches keep on callin' (Callin')
Thursday, I be chillin' (Chillin'), but Friday, I be killin' (Killin')
Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherfuckin' weekend
I'm fucked up, I'm brain dead
Walkin' 'round like the club like I don't know what day it is
I'm high, higher than the plane, bitch
Walkin' 'round like the club like I don't know what day it is
Monday, I be ballin' (Ballin'), Tuesday, I be ballin' (Ballin')
Wednesday, I be ballin', man, these bitches keep on callin' (Callin')