Lyrical Breakdown of To THa Beat (F'd Up) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how ScHoolboy Q weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "To THa Beat (F'd Up)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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To the beat, beat, beat To the beat, beat, beat To the beat, beat, beat I'm so high, lets get high I'm so high, lets get high To the beat, beat, beat I'm gettin' turnt, time to pop a half In 30 minutes, then it be another half In 15, it's another half Pop another one in 5, man this ain't the half I'm with my niggas gettin' faded, uh Cognac, vodka, gin and rum thats my favorite Uh getting twisted Trippin every night like Vegas Her friend gon' eat her friend Tell her friend to save me some Uh, back with my niggas ridin four deep Bumpin' Kendrick, poppin' pills, prolly OD With my nigga Soul, groovy off the OE My lil nigga foulin, she supply the tree Paul Jeremy ay, get me higher, uh Roll the windows, pack your car I'll flat your tires, uh A nigga stressin', take me from my priors, uh I think I'm comin' down, just Make sure I'm the highest, uh Who got the weed, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) Who got the drank, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) Who got the lean, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) Who got the E, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) Oooh, please don't tell my mama I been Takin' ecstasy and smoking marijuana, oooh Uh, yeah thats how it is, uh No my shit ain't for the kids Bitch I said I turnt her off Sunny D gon' keep me on Swear to God we smoked it all Keep on smokin' till it's gone Man, that ho gon' fuck us all Know the words to every song Her lips on my peace pipe Baby can we get along, uhh Let's turn it up a level, uhh Comin' down so fast man look up at the devil Uhhh yeaah let's pop a half Man I swear this ain't the half My crib your number, for a fair exchange Liquor, coke or ecstasy I'm dope girl, let me free your brain I'm goin' insane but physically I'm still the same Codeine, Xanax keep me tame but Nothings like my mary jane Who got the weed, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) Who got the drank, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) Who got the lean, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) Who got the E, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up) I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up (fucked up)