Headf#ck

You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head

You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head

You fucked my head up, I wrote this letter
You put me down, I could not get up
My brother told me, you fucking better
These other rappers, they'll come and lap ya
I want the spotlight, they say its not mine
I do what they do, they say thats not mic
Back to passion, back to spazzin'
Like it ran out of fashion, fuck it, back to mashin'

You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head

You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head

You fucked my head up, from just a younger
Another tenner, I roll the L up
And smoke that potent, to stop that stress up
Because of you there's so much that I don't remember
But ironically, I won't forget ya
You shut my mind off so the demons will not enter
I'm not a quitter, I'm on a winner
And everywhere I go, uh I gotta bill up

You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head

You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head up
You fucked my head

I visit my manor, I come and go
It's so fucking cold, everyone's a ghost
I always thought we'd blow, so many stories told
I gave my life, my blood and bones
I touch your soul, I'm coming home
My brother told me breeze out, pack your shit and leave now
You got too much passion to be beat down, by this ghost town
You know how to swim because you've seen me drown

You fucked my head up

Two-twos, they dont know the half, you do
They don't know my heart, you do
Why's that? Cause you choose to
I trust you, why the fu' would i ever wanna lose you
We move reckless, got screws loose
Both tryna figure out who's who
Got guns drawn, can't bring ourselves to shoot
But if i tell the truth, we should shoot
Shoot, I'm going to hell with you
If we both go how they gonna fill our shoes?
They ain't realer, yo bill up, I'll bill up 2
I feel sicker and sicker, what's in our Goose?
Is it the liquor, is it Im sick of you
I know you feel the same, I puke you puke
Lucky I wasn't in front of a camera
Sorry cause I got too drunk and i slapped ya
Feel like I had to, feel like I had the right
What kinda man am I? Yea, my hands are tied
How many times have we tried?
Im so high, I think can we fly
I'm too angry weren't built for family life