Fuck Up
'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life (life)
There ain't too many things I've ever done right (right)
And maybe one day, I'll settle down and get a wife (wife)
But until then, I'm just livin' my life (my life)
But I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
I'm fucked up
Real deal, thoroughbred, used to have a life of crime
Graduated, now they pay yo' boy just to write a rhyme
My best isn't enough, so I tend not to give a fuck
Only got one life to live and I reckon I live it up, man
I'm a dog, probably need to keep me on a leash
And listen y'all inside us all lies a little beast
With a world full of all these fuckin' different kind of people
I guess it's sad to say that there's some necessary evils
This girl is in my ear, and she's begging me just to leave
All the sudden my ability to think is leaving me
And I know I'm fucked up, and Lord, I know I ain't livin' right
But tell the truth y'all, I may never get it right
'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life (life)
There ain't too many things I've ever done right (right)
And maybe one day, I'll settle down and get a wife (a wife)
But until then, I'm just livin' my life (my life)
But I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
I'm fucked up
Phony homies callin' me, man, I swear they like to talk
Treat 'em like my taxes now, all I do is write 'em off
Finally got it goin', man, I finally got a budget
But, wouldn't'a got it if my attitude was not, "Fuck it"
So, I'm drunk all out in public, stumblin' over steps
It's ten in the mornin', and I ain't been to sleep yet
And I'm still drinkin', I got a meetin' right around noon
Walkin' in with Shoey, an I'm high as a balloon
Whoo, I can't believe that I get paid to write songs
I've been never wrong write, but I've been right wrong
Take me out in public, I'll embarrass your ass
I'm a real deal, piece of American trash
'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life (life)
There ain't too many things I've ever done right (right)
And maybe one day, I'll settle down and get a wife (wife)
But until then, I'm just livin' my life (my life)
But I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
I'm fucked up
Dark rooms and long nights, them really long nights
We've been doing wrong things lately, but it's alright
Grew up 'round sinners, that just really wanna win
So every time I get a chance, fuck, I'm going in!
There's no need to pretend, fuck it, let's go again!
Refuse to leave a conversation, with an open end
Ain't ever been a bully, I bullied bullies in back
My mind's got a brain that isn't fully intact
Forgive me how I talk, I might come off aggressive
But just speak direct, when you speak in my direction
I don't wanna talk circles, or pretend to be friends
I'm any day away from jumpin' off the deep end
And meanwhile, my career, they say it's blowin' up
Every time I drop a track, now them people goin' nuts
Meanwhile, it's like a can of worms, and it just opened up
Finally got rid of all the fucks, that tried to hold me up!
I got a publicist now, man, I've been lovin' it
But I don't think she really knows who she been fuckin' with!
'Cause, when I get fuckin' rich, I bet I go fuck up shit!
Get on interviews, and I bet I say the dumbest shit
Bet the record label hates everyone I'm runnin' with
I'ma blow off a bunch of money for the fuck of it
Hey, look, I needed this, sometimes, I just need to vent
This is therapeutic music, every verse, I bleed on it
'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life (life)
There ain't too many things I've ever done right (right)
And maybe one day, I'll settle down and get a wife (wife)
But until then, I'm just livin' my life (my life)
But I'm just a fuck up (fuck up, fuck-up)
There ain't too many things I've ever done right (right)
And maybe one day, I'll settle down and get a wife (wife)
But until then, I'm just livin' my life (my life)
But I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
I'm fucked up
Real deal, thoroughbred, used to have a life of crime
Graduated, now they pay yo' boy just to write a rhyme
My best isn't enough, so I tend not to give a fuck
Only got one life to live and I reckon I live it up, man
I'm a dog, probably need to keep me on a leash
And listen y'all inside us all lies a little beast
With a world full of all these fuckin' different kind of people
I guess it's sad to say that there's some necessary evils
This girl is in my ear, and she's begging me just to leave
All the sudden my ability to think is leaving me
And I know I'm fucked up, and Lord, I know I ain't livin' right
But tell the truth y'all, I may never get it right
'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life (life)
There ain't too many things I've ever done right (right)
And maybe one day, I'll settle down and get a wife (a wife)
But until then, I'm just livin' my life (my life)
But I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
I'm fucked up
Phony homies callin' me, man, I swear they like to talk
Treat 'em like my taxes now, all I do is write 'em off
Finally got it goin', man, I finally got a budget
But, wouldn't'a got it if my attitude was not, "Fuck it"
So, I'm drunk all out in public, stumblin' over steps
It's ten in the mornin', and I ain't been to sleep yet
And I'm still drinkin', I got a meetin' right around noon
Walkin' in with Shoey, an I'm high as a balloon
Whoo, I can't believe that I get paid to write songs
I've been never wrong write, but I've been right wrong
Take me out in public, I'll embarrass your ass
I'm a real deal, piece of American trash
'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life (life)
There ain't too many things I've ever done right (right)
And maybe one day, I'll settle down and get a wife (wife)
But until then, I'm just livin' my life (my life)
But I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (fucked up, fuck-up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
Yes, I'm just a fuck up (yes, I'm just a fuck up)
I'm fucked up
Dark rooms and long nights, them really long nights
We've been doing wrong things lately, but it's alright
Grew up 'round sinners, that just really wanna win
So every time I get a chance, fuck, I'm going in!
There's no need to pretend, fuck it, let's go again!
Refuse to leave a conversation, with an open end
Ain't ever been a bully, I bullied bullies in back
My mind's got a brain that isn't fully intact
Forgive me how I talk, I might come off aggressive
But just speak direct, when you speak in my direction
I don't wanna talk circles, or pretend to be friends
I'm any day away from jumpin' off the deep end
And meanwhile, my career, they say it's blowin' up
Every time I drop a track, now them people goin' nuts
Meanwhile, it's like a can of worms, and it just opened up
Finally got rid of all the fucks, that tried to hold me up!
I got a publicist now, man, I've been lovin' it
But I don't think she really knows who she been fuckin' with!
'Cause, when I get fuckin' rich, I bet I go fuck up shit!
Get on interviews, and I bet I say the dumbest shit
Bet the record label hates everyone I'm runnin' with
I'ma blow off a bunch of money for the fuck of it
Hey, look, I needed this, sometimes, I just need to vent
This is therapeutic music, every verse, I bleed on it
'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life (life)
There ain't too many things I've ever done right (right)
And maybe one day, I'll settle down and get a wife (wife)
But until then, I'm just livin' my life (my life)
But I'm just a fuck up (fuck up, fuck-up)
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Bradley De Ford, Thomas Daniel Toner
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
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- Beautifully Broken
- Beautifully Broken (Pickin’ Up The Pieces)
- Get By - Single
- Get By (College Football Edition) - Single
- Get By
- Get By - College Football Edition
- Liar
- Dead End Road (From Twisters: The Album) - Single
- Leave The Light On (feat. Alexandra Kay) [From Twisters: The Album] - Single
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