Messed Up

Yeah-ah

Heart is so cold, done with the earth, poppin' a pill to relax, huh
Taking my soul and sippin' on act and no, I ain't getting it back, huh
People get greedy when they see the VV, they using you up to the max, huh
Calling my phone when they see me on TV, I know it ain't real, it's a fact, oh

I got addicted to drugs, nobody show me no love
I'm not a baby, you never can play me, you showing me all of above
You see I made it and now you outdated, I'm telling you "Fuck with a thug"
Now I'm addicted to drugs, thinking about all your love

Fucked up, messed up, shawty, I be trippin'
I know I'll be dead off the meds, I don't listen
Baby, I got demons on my mind, can you hear it?
Pop another Perky to the mind, can you feel it?

Fucked up, messed up, shawty, I be trippin'
I know I'll be dead off the meds, I don't listen
Baby, I got demons on my mind, can you hear it?
Pop another Perky to the mind, can you feel it?

Let me just start off the verse
I put you on and I gave you a bag
How the fuck can you do me the worst?
Now I'm stuck in this room
I don't know what to do, got me thinking that love is a curse
I see the demons, I know you the devil, you stuck in my head in reverse, ooh

Crash, I know I'm losing control, I'm doing the dash
I thought I never would fold, I'm breaking my last
Reaper is calling my soul I'm making him mad
I can't think no more 'cause

Fucked up, messed up, shawty, I be trippin'
I know I'll be dead off the meds, I don't listen
Baby, I got demons on my mind, can you hear it?
Pop another Perky to the mind, can you feel it?

Fucked up, messed up, shawty, I be trippin'
I know I'll be dead off the meds, I don't listen
Baby, I got demons on my mind, can you hear it?
Pop another Perky to the mind, can you feel it?

Oh-oh, oh-oh
I be trippin'
Ain't no one saw me, can you feel me?



Credits
Writer(s): Pablo M Andreu, Danny Hajj, Chris Dante, Alan Passmore, Lockwood Najuan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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