Lyrics

[Hook:] We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up And we don't give a fuck, uh We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up And we don't give a fuck, uh [Verse 1:] Got my middle up for the frontman Making back to back plays like jump man While I'm in the air, for the hype allowed it And these hype beasts would just cry without it Put you on a leash when you bitch about it Put you on a lease when we breach the house in You crying wolf, wearing sheep blouses While I'm repping Golfwang fleece, I'm fancy Bitch I'm outchea Schoolboy adlibs Q Street giving me a couple ounces Who keeps leaving me with cups of alky? Cause fuck the codeine, I'm already slow I'm already lonely So I'm focused mostly on the purple OG Puffs of smoke, leave my pursed up lips And I do the most when I just want a kiss That's for the woman I'm infatuated with Catch you later when my omens make a fit Tabs of taboos contracting turbulence Tabby cat purs for lack of happiness Beautiful madness, coming at you bitch But sad boy hours first on the list Wonder what that means? Wonder if I mean anything to friends, but that all depends if I let it be another threat to me deep inside my head C'est la vie, dont ever forget Life is short, so may we run and tread May we run wild, fly like nightingales Tryna fight us huh? But we don't really care.. [Hook:] We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up And we don't give a fuck, uh We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up And we don't give a fuck, uh [Verse 2:] Switch it up for the one time Number one in my own mind But I'm humble while I'm on the grind One time for my day one bitches Two times for the two faced kiss ups Listen up, this a stick up, I'm triggered No way is there more than one sheriff Hidden in the cherubs, bout to go gorillas.. Feeling glad, but not happy with the way my bag of sunshine's fucking with my spirits, so my mojo bout to clear it If you feel me on a spiritual level, lemme hear it Lemme hear it from the back, from the end of pure oblivion Catch me in a limbo, going 8 feet under it Or catch me by the stripper pole, 8 inched, strutting it Super bad and spectacled Bitch I'm mclovin it Gold arches with the M's Super sized lavishing But I make no money, yet I waste no time Unfazed with no Rollie Cause I'm fly all the time Why you bugging on my life? Can't you see I cannot give a fuck? This the type of ignorance that be getting us fucked up [Hook:] We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up And we don't give a fuck, uh We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up We gon' get fucked up And we don't give a fuck, uh