Let's Get Fucked Up (The Stacy Chronicles) Lyrics

Feeling superstitious, so I'm laying in bed

Trying to sleep but there's a pounding in my head

I open my eyes and to my surprise

There's thirteen angels standing round my bed

Bitch be not afraid, my name is Ooh La La Parade

We're the hottest angels this side of Miami-Dade

They tell me, girl what is the hold up

Girl put on some makeup

Come on Stacy, let's get fucked up

We get into the Astral Club

And that bouncer's such a cub

He follows me inside, so I gave his ass a rub

Down

Fuck you made me lose my friends

Shit where are my friends

They were the thirteen angels standing round my bed

Girl we all fucking told you not to hang out with that damn bouncer

God don't you think I feel bad enough already

Yeah he's cute and all but like, he's all looks, there's no substance

Yeah I know, ugh

You know what is a substance bitch

What

Let's go do some shots

Oh my god, you read my mind

Oh my god that's crazy

I love you

I love you too

No like, I love you

Oh my god, I love you too, wow

Okay, you wanna

Let's go dance

Yeah, let's go dance

Let's go dance everybody, let's go dance

Yeah

Woah these hoes can step it

Damn these hoes can step it

These bitches got the rings fire that just won't fucking quit

They tell me girl what is the hold up

Come on bitch get up

Come on Stacy, let's get fucked up

I'm ascending all the planes and transcending all the realms

With Ooh La La Parade and my BFF Gabriel

Heaven and hell put me under a spell

Saint Seraph got all the nukes, kneels over and pukes

Paparazzi in the jacuzzi as we sip Pabst in our coozies

It takes an everlasting life to put mascara on these eyes

Bitch make sure they see us

I want god to see us

Come on Stacy, let's get fucked up

You guys, I'm so fucked up right now, it's like crazy

I don't know if I can walk home

Oh wait, I don't have to walk home, I'm like, in my brain, that's right