Lyrical Breakdown of Gettin' Fucked Up Ft. Josey Scott - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Yeah, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up we, gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
Sometimes I feel like I'm flyin'
Sometimes I feel like I'm dyin'
Maybe the world is against me
Maybe the world thinks I'm crazy
Sometimes I feel like I'm moving
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing
Maybe the world is against me
Maybe the world is a lie
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie)
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie)
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie)
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
I'm wild as hell
Straight up out the hood I bail
I'm a crazy motherfucker but I do it well
Sometimes I can't even believe I'm still alive
Stayin' fly, I can't drive 55
Like Hagar, I got a cigar rolled tight
I'm a stunt man sippin' on syrup and Sprite
I got that act right, medicine from my doc (yes sir)
Loritab, ten milligrams that I pop (yes sir)
Walk up in the club like a thug, get your ass kicked
Step off in the parking lot and leave in a casket
Acting like a scary coward giggling and laughing
Let me hit the purple kush
Hurry up and pass it
Yeah, they call me Juicy J, a Three 6 Mafia bandit
Got to ride on 24's and something with a candy
Ounce of green and a fifth of liquor brandy
A AK-47 on my lap, I keep it handy (maybe the world is a lie)
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie)
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie)
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie)
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
I'm the wildest one, the wildest one
Mask on my face, in my lap's a gun
In ya back seat, bring heat to ya avenue
Dump on ya first, that's what Project Pat will do
Ridin' in a hearse 'cause ya came with an attitude
Then it's disperse from the gauge that'll rattle you
Smoke so much trying to come with a cross move
To this lunatic house, hollow points when I toss you
Sometimes I feel I'm flyin'
Sometimes I feel like I'm dyin'
Maybe the world is against me
Maybe the world thinks I'm crazy
Sometimes I feel like I'm moving
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing
Maybe the world is against me
Maybe the world is a lie
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie)
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie)
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie)
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up
We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up