I FUCKED UP

Funky music

I cannot even deny it, I've been consumed by defiance
Why try to make an alliance, meanwhile the room is just silent
I'm instigating a riot and overthrowing the tyrants
None of these niggas finna buy it, so fuck it, time to go violent
Time is ticking, I must go pick up the pace, I'm pushing
He got the play, I must say he clever, he hid in the bushes
These niggas bitches, they softer than a single pillow cushion
It's the survival of the fittest, God doesn't favor you pussies

I'm out here starting the riots, I'm out here marking my territory
And kill with a rifle I kept to this shit to my allegory
I'm nowhere fucking edgy, I'm not an emo or punk
I'm getting real like my ancestors who did not give a fuck
About destroying oppressors and hung them like they hung us
We killed our masters in the Caribbean, one in a million
Overthrow the pavilion, not your average civilian
All my niggas keep telling me to stop speaking that gibberish

I fucked up, I got too much on my plate
I cooled down drinking Milo's lemonade
Pussy boy better get out of my face
I ain't test my luck, went outside to marinate
I fucked up, I got too much on my plate
I cooled down drinking Milo's lemonade
Pussy boy better get out of my face
I ain't test my luck, went outside to marinate

Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time (Woah, woah, woah)

Fuck that shit, you faking, if there's a chance, then I'll take it
Bitch I cannot be forsaken, leave niggas afraid and naked
People will say I've changed, and I don't really let that phase me
Bitches will say I'm crazy, but that's the part that's amazing
I'm the shit, but it's vacant, multi-million, Jeff Bezos
I'm only here for the pesos, pussy nigga, you a fake hoe
Confident with your fake clothes, had to switch out the chain code
Perfect timing like KAINSOL, but I invest in my payroll
That's finesse in the bankroll

I fucked up, I got too much on my plate
I cooled down drinking Milo's lemonade
Pussy boy better get out of my face
I ain't test my luck, went outside to marinate
I fucked up, I got too much on my plate (I FUCKED UP)
I cooled down drinking Milo's lemonade (I FUCKED UP)
Pussy boy better get out of my face (I FUCKED UP)
I ain't test my luck, went outside to marinate (I FUCKED UP)
(Woo, Woo, grrh, grrh, grrh)
I fucked up, I got too much on my plate (I FUCKED UP)
(Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo)
I cooled down drinking Milo's lemonade (I FUCKED UP)
(Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo)
Pussy boy better get out of my face (I FUCKED UP)
(Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo)
I ain't test my luck, went outside to marinate (I FUCKED UP)
(Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo)
I fucked up, I got too much on my plate (I FUCKED UP)
(Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo)
I cooled down drinking Milo's lemonade (I FUCKED UP)
(Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo)
Pussy boy better get out of my face (I FUCKED UP)
(Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo)
I ain't test my luck, went outside to marinate (I FUCKED)

Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time
(Woo, Woo, Grrh, Grrh)
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time
(Grrh, Grrh)
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time
(Grrh, Grrh)
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time
(Grrh, Grrh)
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the time

Oh, yeah, I don't know
How long I'll stay, how long I'll go
Oh, my God
Brightside, there's always a
Brightside, just look at the
Brightside, there's always a
Sing that fucking shi- oh, fuck, wait, hold on



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Writer(s): David Jurado
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