Fucked Up

[Pre-Chorus: I Blame Coco]
I've lost
Control
And I've lost
My soul
My heart's turned
To cold
'Cause I've lost
Control

[Chorus: I Blame Coco & B.o.B]
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (Is that)
Is that why you think I'm cool (Is that why? Is that why?)
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (Is that why? Why, why, I)
Is that why you think I'm cool (I)
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (I, ha)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
We're way too fucked up, but obviously
But, hey, that's just what happens when the bottles are free
Prestige like an alderman
I'm laid up in the suite like Solomon, y'all just followin'
I'm halfway across the world, it just occurred to me
I look down, wallet full of foreign currency (Haha)
Table full of shots, that's courtesy
Broke niggers fake ballin', that's perjury
I do my thing certainly
One black, one Asian, diversity
I got a girl, she got a girl, we do 'em both concurrently
I wanna see them lips move, and I ain't talking verbally
I'm at the peak, man, I'm Hong-Kong high
They wanna see me fall and I don't know why
I'm getting wasted at the Hong-Kong spot
And the room keeps spinning, but I don't know why

[Chorus: I Blame Coco & Playboy Tre]
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (Ha)
Is that why you think I'm cool (Shoutout to my dawg, Shawty Slim)
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (Ha)

[Verse 2: Playboy Tre]
First class on my ass, don't know how to act (Ha)
Tell the broad with the big rack bring a shot of Jack (Shot of Jack)
I need a lot of that, I should wear a party hat (Yeah)
I can't see you fuck boys, call it cataracts (Haha)
Hong-Kong, nice girls, interracial speaking (Yeah)
Goose with the Hen', call it interracial drinking (Yeah)
Living life, stock soaring, liquor pourin' (Yeah)
Hit a freak on one leg, call her Captain Morgan (Yeah)
Y'all all haters while we all in (All in)
Ye ain't heard, we the truth, fuck have y'all been? (Ha)
Baby, take them clothes off, I need all skin
And don't be stingy with that stuff, 'cause we all friends ([?])
Tell me something freaky, now kiss my home girl (Kiss my home girl)
We out of here, Tre, boy, in my own world (Own world)
Call it Planet Hangover, no fat Jesus
Yours truly, Mr Potbelly, good evening (Yeah)

[Chorus: I Blame CocoI]
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool