FUCKED UP ft. TWE1V2 & yeldee Lyrics

(TWE1V2)

I don't want to be if I can't be with you

I ain't gonna leave if I can't leave with you

I don't want to feel if I ain't feeling you

They all gotta know that you are my love

Lotta THC makes her eyes roll back

Hickeys from her fill up my whole neck

Cold blood flowing through my veins

She been flying through my head all day

Oh baby I swear you've been on my mind non-stop

Post-traumatic stress got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Post traumatic stress got me fucked up

Bitch I'm fucked up

These bitches suck up

Like the smoke she gon' suck up

Yeah she fucked up

This is fucked up, now you fucked up (huh, haha)

I only diss my enemies

Blurry Vision was my last intentionally

Why you still keep attacking me?

Is it 'cause I'm still in your head rent-free and I feel like this bitch offended me

Next thing you know she'll wanna go dance with me

I say no, she'll downgrade from me (hm)

What I gotta prove, to you?

Nothing, I owe you

Still waiting on apology from you

When I get it, I'll go forgive you

Maybe I'm fucked up

But so are you

Let me say one thing before I go (go, go, go)

From the outside I got a big ego ('go,'go,'go)

Since last year I follow that flow (flow, flow, flow)

When I see you my ego just grows (grows, grows, grows)

Lotta THC makes her eyes roll back

Hickeys from her fill up my whole neck

Cold blood flowing through my veins

She been flying through my head all day

Oh baby I swear you've been on my mind non-stop

Post-traumatic stress got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Post traumatic stress got me fucked up

Fucked up, bitch I'm on the come up

Fuck the drugs, I don't need no heroin

Fuck the club, that I be sittin' in

With my cup, to get fucked up

Last year I got in the friendzone, was down bad

So I went down on you, was down bad

Glance of hope, I decided not to fuck a hoe

Glance of hope, that's why I need to prove a point

Didn't know that it was possible, but she lower and higher then me

Tell that girl come over, keep it real don't know you trying with me

I know she would leave me but, I can only try you see

I'm just tryna find peace, with the second guy in me

Happily, I'm slowly getting rid of him

Her hands are warm, but her touch still gets me shivering

So much heavenly shit happening wonder if I'm still alive

Cause I always knew someone out there hopes I'm finna die

Lotta THC makes her eyes roll back

Hickeys from her fill up my whole neck

Cold blood flowing through my veins

She been flying through my head all day

Oh baby I swear you've been on my mind non-stop

Post-traumatic stress got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Post traumatic stress got me fucked up

(TWE1V2)