I’m f*cked Up lyrics

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

[Verse 1: Kevin McCall]
I'm in the club, f*ck 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), di*k 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 p*ssy like I got a weak bladder (Bladder)
Tipsy off this Cristy, n*gga, 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 motherf*cker (Dummy)
I'm rollin', so I'm owed than a motherf*cker (Rollin')

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown]
I'm f*cked 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, b*tch
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 b*tches keep on callin' (Callin')
Thursday, I be chillin' (Chillin'), but Friday, I be killin' (Killin')
Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherf*ckin' 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 b*tch, 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, b*tch (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 b*tches in the front and the goons right behind us
I'm super f*cked up (Yeah), hey, I'm just bein' honest, yikes

[Chorus: Kevin McCall]
I'm f*cked 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, b*tch
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 b*tches keep on callin' (Callin')
Thursday, I be chillin' (Chillin'), but Friday, I be killin' (Killin')
Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherf*ckin' weekend (Ha)
[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus: Kevin McCall]
I'm f*cked 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, b*tch
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 b*tches keep on callin' (Callin')
Thursday, I be chillin' (Chillin'), but Friday, I be killin' (Killin')
Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherf*ckin' weekend
I'm f*cked 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, b*tch
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 b*tches keep on callin' (Callin')