Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big K.R.I.T.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gwendolyn G. Fuqua
Composer
Justin Scott
Composer
Sandra Elaine Greene
Composer
Marvin Gaye
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big K.R.I.T.
Producer
Micah Wyatt
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Recording Engineer
Testi
[Verse 1]
Yeah, my **** holler, "Bang, bang," as the coppers pass
'Cause just the other day they tried to rob his stash
Jammed up his cuz, now he called from the pen
They got him prayin' for his bail so they won't take his kids
'Cause his baby mama act out, she done backed out
Sold everything in the house 'cause she cracked out
He turned to me, so much pain in his eye
Like he ain't know bein' black and poor came with a price
He took a toke as if it eased his mind
His nose runnin' heavy 'cause he geekin' lines
Clientele pulled up in a Beamer truck
Served the driver, and he said to me
"They got us all fucked up"
[Chorus]
When this storm gon' settle? (Gon' settle?)
I can't hurt forever (Forever)
How can I do better now?
Aye, they got us all fucked up
Break my back for nothing (For nothing)
Lock me up for strugglin' (For strugglin')
Only God can judge me now
Aye, they got us all fucked up
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I need a nasty freak to shake that ass for me
She said, "What's happenin', what's up, yeah, this ass ain't free"
I got a friend if you want her, wait, I could phone her
Everything half price 'cause Christmas around the corner
Since the recession, it's been hard if you're strippin'
'Cause **** pay to get in, but **** ain't tippin'
She's short on rent, the landlord trippin'
Tired of eatin' noodles that taste like chicken
Don't really like hoein', ain't hard to tell
But when all else fails, pussy always sell
The song stop spinnin' and her time was up
Snatched the money off the floor and said
"They got us all fucked up"
[Chorus]
When this storm gon' settle? (Gon' settle?)
I can't hurt forever (Forever)
How can I do better now?
Aye, they got us all fucked up
Break my back for nothing (For nothing)
Lock me up for strugglin' (For strugglin')
Only God can judge me now
Aye, they got us all fucked up
[Verse 3]
I had a partner called Pimpin', had hella women
Say he raw dog chicks and never ever went to clinic
Now he thinks something wrong and he scared to check
He got a girl that he claimed never cared for sex
So he slept on her, crept on her
Sometimes he even pushed her down and he stepped on her
One of his cutty buddies called him, and it got him freaked
Say she had a checkup and she got HIV
Claim it's all his fault, screamin', raised her hands
'Cause she got two kids, and what about her man?
He thought about his girl, hopped out his truck
Called her phone and said as low as he could
"I got us all fucked up"
[Chorus]
When this storm gon' settle? (Gon' settle?)
I can't hurt forever (Forever)
How can I do better now?
Aye, they got us all fucked up
Break my back for nothing (For nothing)
Lock me up for strugglin' (For strugglin')
Only God can judge me now
Aye, they got us all fucked up
Written by: Gwendolyn G. Fuqua, Justin Scott, Marvin Gaye, Sandra Elaine Greene