Текст
Got me thinking, what's good?
You don't understand what's understood
Out your face, you say to me
Some shit that you know just can't be
You got me fucked up
Put you on your back
You got me fucked up, yeah
Quit with all that cap
You got me fucked up, yeah
Like you don't know my ass
You got me fucked up, yeah
You move in confusion
Got no time for that 'cause I know what I'm doin'
Mind is so intact
And it's a pity you run from the same ol' fad
That I still ain't the one (ah)
Come and get that slap
I'm wicked
You say that I'm vicious
You're using all your words
But I can paint a few pictures
I tried communication
You burning bridges
I'm 'bout to lose my patience
Came for my bitches
(You got me) you got me fucked up
Put you on your back
You got me fucked up, yeah
Quit with all that cap
You got me fucked up, yeah
Like you don't know my ass
You got me fucked up, yeah
You got me fucked up
Put you on your back
You got me fucked up, yeah
Quit with all that cap
You got me fucked up, yeah
Like you don't know my ass
You got me fucked up, yeah
You truly done, done it
Ain't no coming back from bringing flames to the function
We was supposed to scrap
Now explain why you buggin'
You know where I'm at
I'm the same one who's spending time
I bet pain is yo' cousin
Mind just how you act
You turn no thing into something
I see right through that
Yeah, I'm looking
I think you should boogie
Can't stay to shift the blame, oh, no
You got me mistooken
(You got me) fucked up (oh)
Put you on your back
You got me fucked up, yeah
Quit with all that cap
You got me fucked up, yeah
Like you don't know my ass
You got me fucked up, yeah
You got me fucked up (oh, oh)
Put you on your back
You got me fucked up, yeah (you got me)
Quit with all that cap
You got me fucked up, yeah (yeah)
Like you don't know my ass
You got me fucked up, yeah
Dante Carter, Lauren Ayala, Paul Chadwick Norman
Warner Chappell Music, Inc.