2 F****d Up (feat. Jack Mason)

She doesn't love, she doesn't love me
Anymore
It is enough to say I'm sorry
I'm sorry

And pick me up from the airport
It's been so long I've been waiting there for
And getting in to your car
I've been so fucked up, and I'll get so fucked up some more
And getting back to the hotel
Oh, now I'll be on the cell phone
And get me off of the sofa
I passed out, going down, down, down

She doesn't love, she doesn't love me
Anymore
You can insult, you can insult me
I fucked up
And she doesn't dream, doesn't dream about me
Anymore
If you could've seen what I've seen
What I've seen

And getting back to the airport (oh no)
It's been so long I've been waiting: their fault (oh, no, no, no)
And getting into your car
Can we go, go, go, I've been so fucked up
And getting back to the hotel
Now she's messed up, she was doing well
And I'll be so far gone
I'll be so fucked up, I'll be so fucked up again

Take me back to the airport
Spending all my money, I don't care about it anymore
Man, I'm sick of being sober
Baby, since you broke my heart, I'm doing what I wanna
if you cross me, you're a goner
Cutting off my old friends, just building up my karma
Any press is good press, keep running up my comments
Baby boy's a slacker, don't know shit 'bout these commas
She don't know, she don't know what I'm about
She don't know, she don't know

And get me back to the airport
I sorta miss you
Get me back to the hotel
Again
And put me back on the CPR
I sorta love you
You
And get me back to the airport
I sorta miss you
Get me back to the hotel
Again
And put me back on the CPR
I sorta love you
Ooouuu



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Candido
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