Bugs Nasty - Get Fkd Up

What the fuck is this?
Don't get mad, you're family cares about you and wants you to get better
Jesus Christ, alright fine
Let's make it quick, I got shit to do
Gone insane from all the pain
Want the fame, not fucking playing
Dollar signs on my mind
All the time, always high
So I can make dope shit you can bump
When you're rolling round town or up in the club
It must be the love that I get from the drugs
If you really wanna get it gotta get fucked up
Honey we care about you
I just want you to know that
It's been brought to my attention by these people
Who love you deeply you might have a problem
And I'm here in hopes we can fix it
I'm trained to work with addicts like you
And I just hope we can help you get better
Taking shots, popping x, mixing vodka with Red Bull
Model in the bathroom stall sniff the best coke
She gon ever have, got it straight from Mexico
Get a better feeling than she ever got from Lexapro
Sexiest moaning, time of our lives
Riding the high while she grinding my thighs
This the kind of night you never gonna get sober
We getting older but the fun ain't ever over
The fun ain't ever over, the fun ain't ever over
We getting older but the fun ain't ever over
The fun ain't ever over, the fun ain't ever over
Had a shitty day, get fucked up
Finally get paid, get fucked up
Riding on chrome, get fucked up
Home alone, get fucked up
Women and men, get fucked up
Whatever your skin, get fucked up
Nines and tens, get fucked up
Follow me in, get fucked up
Had a shitty day, get fucked up
Finally got paid, get fucked up
Riding on chrome, get fucked up
Home alone, get fucked up
Oh you're not a ten, get fucked up
You met my friend, get fucked up
Let the fun begin, get fucked up
Bring your friends so we can get fucked up
Young wild and free, bottle with me
Whether chilling at my crib or I'm up in VIP
Now I wanna start passing this pillow
Whoever has the pillow has the floor
And no one can interrupt
Young wild and strapped like Chi-Ali
Need anything right now, gee I'll see
I'll take a couple uppers, blow, weed, molly
We ain't nobody's slave, no we all free
What the fuck you mean you need to see ID?
Ask that shit again bitch and we all leave
Bump my shit DJ that's right
We here to party we ain't here to fucking fight
Spot a dime and it's love at first sight
Give me time and we gon fuck tonight
Don't need luck tonight, I'm high as a kite
My drugs be like fuck being polite
Bout to have a seizure from the flashing lights
You gon have to kick us out at the end of the night
You gon have to kick us out at the end of the night
You gon have to kick us out at the end of the night
Fuck being polite, fuck being polite
You gon have to kick us out at the end of the night
Fuck being polite
At the end of the night night night
Had a shitty day, get fucked up
Finally get paid, get fucked up
Riding on chrome, get fucked up
Home alone, get fucked up
Women and men, get fucked up
Whatever your skin, get fucked up
Nines and tens, get fucked up
Follow me in, get fucked up
Had a shitty day, get fucked up
Finally got paid, get fucked up
Riding on chrome, get fucked up
Home alone, get fucked up
Oh you're not a ten, get fucked up
You met my friend, get fucked up
Let the fun begin, get fucked up
Bring your friends so we can get fucked up
Had a shitty day, get fucked up
Finally got paid, get fucked up
Riding on chrome, get fucked up
Home alone, get fucked up
Fours and fives, get fucked up
Turn out the lights, get fucked up
We alive, get fucked up
Until we die, get fucked up
Mom I'll let you go first
I've been there for you through thick and thin
And I love you so much
It hurts me to see you suffering like this and I just want you to get better
Your brother and your dad and I
Have been worried lately that you've been spending to much time at the clubs and bars
It seems like you're spending all your money on having fun
When you should be saving for your future
And we really think this Donald character is a bad influence
I guess that's all I have to say
Here
You've always been a good brother to me
I look up to you so much
Yeah okay
What you think I'm not telling the truth brother?
Oh I don't know, I just think you might be trying to make me feel better
I mean you have a wife, kids, money, friends
What do I have, pussy, drugs, and music?
Watch your language please!
Sorry
Anyway, I just want you to know I care about you and I want to see you get better
Here
Dad, what do you have to say?
Yeah, do everything they tell you to do
Alright, I gotta go
I got beer to drink

Written by:
Chad Allen

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