Playboy Tre - f**ed Up lyrics

[Intro] I've lost control And I've lost my soul My heart's turned to cold Cause I've lost control [Hook] Is that why you think I'm cool Because I get f**ed up, f**ed up Is that why you think I'm cool Because I get f**ed up, f**ed up Is-is that why? Is that why? Is that why? (Why, why, I, I, I) Is that why you think I'm cool Because I get f**ed up, f**ed up [Verse 1: B.o.B] Well way too f**ed 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 following I'm half way across the world, it just occurred to me I look down, wallet full of foreign currency Table full of shots, that's courtesy Broke n******gs fake ballin', that's perjury I do my thing certainly One black, one Asian, diversity I got a girl, she got a girl, we doing both concurrently I wanna see 'em lips move, and I ain't talking verbally! I'm at the peak, man I'm Hong-Kong high You wanna see me falling, 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Playboy Tre] Ha! (Shout out to my dog Shawty Slim) First cla** on my a**, don't know how to act Tell the broad with the big rack bring a shot of Jack I need a lot of that, I should wear a party hat (damn) I can't see you f** boys, call it cataracts Hong-Kong, nice girls, interracial speaking Goose with the hen, call that interracial drinking Living life, stocks soaring, make her pour in Hit a freak on one leg call her Captain Morgan Ya'll all haters while we all in Ye ain't heard we the truth f**'ve y'all been? 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, we're out of here Tre, boy in my own world! Call it Planet Hangover no fat Jesus Yours truly, Mr. Potbelly, good evening [Hook]