[Lyric] Fd Up (PYRMDSCHM)

[Verse 1: SPONGE]
I’m fucked up
I’m off one
I can’t hold
My posture
My bitch bad
My weed loud
Drank so much
Can’t see now
I want more shit
Gimme that joint, I’ll get it lit
I want my girl up in the whip
Up in my girl, I'll get a kid
Get that kid a brand new bag
Here's some Louis from your dad
I done blew you from the back
Know that Plan B for bad
But bad so good it got me fucked up
Really wanting more and imma luck up
Dreaming ‘bout it all day
Damn your love a drug and imma put it in your hallway
Knocking on your door and you gon’ end it with a call me
Imma hit you back in a minute
Damn you got me fucked up after I finish
Feeling like I took some, that's why I did it
Feeling like its own drug up in my system
[Verse 2: Acalus]
Now, I’m a henny drinker
Give me any liquor
Imma get it fucked up, take a picture
I don’t need no vision when I got precision
From thе bottle, role model, own division
I bе staying different, she be staying with it
Didn’t plan with it but a man chilling
Biggest fan with it, staying up late
Not even fucking, just deep in debate
Not even kidding, we saving the date
I’m prebooking hotels we can stay
Hoping she would never be that low to forget about me on the way
But I’m litty today, don’t you worry your eyes
When we get home, I got you a surprise
Wear your nice skirt with the shirt that I like
I think you’ll like where we going tonight, ay
Ay, now I can be picky at times
When I saw her, I was picking my prize
Now I be picking her up in my ride
Don’t try to mess me up
Every woman here been calling my bluff
Packing bags, gone, calling it tough
Waiting to know if I’m ever enough
Then again, I’m off on another
End of the day, know that we got each other
Body language telling me she a lover
But shit can change when you go undercover
Ain’t the first one I’m telling my mother about
But she gonna be the last, no doubt
Some day it’s me, her and kids in the house
But for now, I’m in need of another round
[Bridge: SPONGE & Acalus]
I’m in need of another round
Why don’t you pour ‘em down
I’ve been up smoking loud
Losing track of myself
I’m in need of another round
Why don’t you pour ‘em down
I’ve been up smoking loud
Losing track of myself
And I find it in her
And we don't need words
But I feel good and I’m fucked up
So I just won't worry
And I find it in her
And we don't need words
But I feel good and I’m fucked up
So I just won't worry