RaVaughn

RaVaughn - Im So Fucked Up lyrics

rate me

feat. Fabolous

10 missed calls must mean you miss me

Now I’m long distance, must mean you diss me

What you spit in there’s a rap for that

You need stop drunk dialing, there’s a F for that

Why am I calling your number?

Must have been my mistake

I hope I pissed off your lover

Cause no friends call that late

In the middle of the night

When I drunk dial, just to hear your smile and say

Why is that look of love, all on your face?

I must be trippin, got these spirits all in my head

Now I’m wishing, that you meet me in my bed

Sweet reunion, sweet communion, with some wine and bread

Whoa, what am I doing?

[Hook]

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so fucked

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so fucked

I’m so fucked up, right now

Music in my mind is all out

What am I doing? What am I doing?

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so fucked

I’m so fucked up, right now

Music in my mind is all out

What am I doing? What am I doing?

Following the clocks on the world

That I can’t tell the time

My mind’s going in circles, tryina press rewind

Was in moher, malibu red, that did me in this time

I’m so not ok, but I’ll be alright

I must be trippin, got these spirits all in my head

Now I’m wishing, that you meet me in my bed

Sweet reunion, sweet communion, with some wine and bread

Whoa, what am I doing?

[Hook]

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so fucked

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so fucked

I’m so fucked up, right now

Music in my mind is all out

What am I doing? What am I doing?

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so fucked

I’m so fucked up, right now

Music in my mind is all out

What am I doing? What am I doing?

I prolly call you when I had to, many so what

And get you my 2 cents, it’s 2 pennies, so what

And might to do what it’s no one else to do

Not that there’s a lack of there’s just no one else like you, so what

I’m pose to act like it’s on to the next, on, on, to the next

Long gone on that x, just was lookin for me, pom poms was on deck

When now you taking shots, bom bom at my neck

No, slim chance, pockets on fat so

Don’t know where you at so

I call is that so fucked up

Sometimes deuce is get chucked up

But it hurts to loosing someone else locked up

My atitude got robbed, now I’m stuck up

Taking bottles to the head, fuck cups

When you wake up, you seen that I called

I text to say I’m sorry, but don’t mean that at all cause

[Hook]

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so fucked

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so fucked

I’m so fucked up, right now

Music in my mind is all out

What am I doing? What am I doing?

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so fucked

I’m so fucked up, right now

Music in my mind is all out

What am I doing? What am I doing?

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