Chris Brown - I'm f**ed Up lyrics

Cyeah, it's me and C Breezy You know, okay I'll admit it, we f**ed up I'm in the club, f** about a service I take my own shots, Texaco berence Once your shawty see me and C Breezy, boy it's curtains Spilling Ace of Spades on the carpet, but it's on purpose My house look like a circus, dick look like a serpent This look like a movie, one take, no rehearsing She t**ng it for this money so I feel like she deserve it I'mma put my thing down, she took it and reverse it Like I miss it, I'm pissy like I got a weak bladder Tipsy off this Cristy, n***a it don't even matter Boy I'm loco, cuckoo Call me Sub Zero cause I'm so cold Ha, you see that booty? She could make a fortune No wonder her body cold cause she drop dead gorgeous You don't get it? You slower than a motherf**er Dummy, I'm rolling so I'm on than a motherf**er I'm f**ed up, I'm brain dead Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is I'm high, higher than a plane b**h Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is Monday I be balling, Tuesday I be balling Wednesday I be balling, man these b**hes keep on coming Thursday I be chilling, but Friday I be k**ing Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherf**ing weekend [Chris Brown:] Look, yeah, cause I'm smoking super fire from my lighter I want her with the stripes cause I know that she a tiger Engine growling like a b**h so I pull up right beside her I tell her hop up in, upgrade, I supersize her 150 grand chain, what you doing ho? Two girls in the bed, guess I'm 2-0 Gold wrappers, better wrap it like a tuna roll Yep, your body ain't bad girl you're beautiful Yikes, my watch only cost your car though Three girls, your dog and a pack of smokes Ha, my roof what? Alligator b**h I'm stunting in the club like I don't know what day it is Yeah, these little mamas in pyjamas And I'm in this club huh, and it feel like the Bahamas Bad b**hes in the front and the boom's right behind us I'm super f**ed up, hey I'm just being honest, yikes I'm f**ed up, I'm brain dead Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is I'm high, higher than a plane b**h Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is Monday I be balling, Tuesday I be balling Wednesday I be balling, man these b**hes keep on coming Thursday I be chilling, but Friday I be k**ing Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherf**ing weekend [x2]