FUKD UP (Sped Up Version)
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Mhmm hmm hmm hmm
Woah, woah
I said it's fucked up
I need my life fucked up
Just so I can write a
Song I wanna hear
And I can talk about the
Reasons that I sprout up
From under the ground, but
Dirt is in my ears
And when my life lines up
Well, the lyrics fade away
And every time I try to smile
I got nothing to say
We could live our lives every day to make it right
But what happens when you get it? Way too boring without fights
Way too boring without turbulence, I wanna feel this flight
See, once you come from nothing with that hunger, need a bite
It's addictive when you're living for a hit of something different
Then they serve at any counter, diagnosed, but no prescription
So I channel it through music, exercise, and competition
But when things get way too good for me I feel like something's missing
Cause it's fucked up
I need my life fucked up
Just so I can write a
Song I wanna hear
And I can talk about the
Reasons that I sprout up
From under the ground, but
Dirt is in my ears
And when my life lines up
Well, the lyrics fade away
And every time I try to smile
I got nothing to say
Therapy's an option that I thought I oughta visit
But I'm cheap as fuck and worried that I'm just another ticket
On the docket of a fraudster that is charging me per visit
So I never book appointments cause my wallet ain't the thickest
But my pocket's full of lyrics
That I wrote outside of clinics
With a broken crown and a crooked frown
So they sorta dark and vivid
But I'm still the guy that lived it
Authentically, no gimmicks
But down this road, nowhere to go
I hope the end ain't near it
Cause it's fucked up
I need my life fucked up
Just so I can write a
Song I wanna hear
And I can talk about the
Reasons that I sprout up
From under the ground, but
Dirt is in my ears
And when my life lines up
Well, the lyrics fade away
And every time I try to smile
I got nothing to say
I said it's fucked up, uh, yeah
I said it's fucked up, fucked up
Yeah I said it's fucked up, mhmm
I said it's fucked up, fucked up
Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Mhmm hmm hmm hmm
Woah, woah
I said it's fucked up
I need my life fucked up
Just so I can write a
Song I wanna hear
And I can talk about the
Reasons that I sprout up
From under the ground, but
Dirt is in my ears
And when my life lines up
Well, the lyrics fade away
And every time I try to smile
I got nothing to say
We could live our lives every day to make it right
But what happens when you get it? Way too boring without fights
Way too boring without turbulence, I wanna feel this flight
See, once you come from nothing with that hunger, need a bite
It's addictive when you're living for a hit of something different
Then they serve at any counter, diagnosed, but no prescription
So I channel it through music, exercise, and competition
But when things get way too good for me I feel like something's missing
Cause it's fucked up
I need my life fucked up
Just so I can write a
Song I wanna hear
And I can talk about the
Reasons that I sprout up
From under the ground, but
Dirt is in my ears
And when my life lines up
Well, the lyrics fade away
And every time I try to smile
I got nothing to say
Therapy's an option that I thought I oughta visit
But I'm cheap as fuck and worried that I'm just another ticket
On the docket of a fraudster that is charging me per visit
So I never book appointments cause my wallet ain't the thickest
But my pocket's full of lyrics
That I wrote outside of clinics
With a broken crown and a crooked frown
So they sorta dark and vivid
But I'm still the guy that lived it
Authentically, no gimmicks
But down this road, nowhere to go
I hope the end ain't near it
Cause it's fucked up
I need my life fucked up
Just so I can write a
Song I wanna hear
And I can talk about the
Reasons that I sprout up
From under the ground, but
Dirt is in my ears
And when my life lines up
Well, the lyrics fade away
And every time I try to smile
I got nothing to say
I said it's fucked up, uh, yeah
I said it's fucked up, fucked up
Yeah I said it's fucked up, mhmm
I said it's fucked up, fucked up
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Writer(s): Sean Jones
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