GLORY*

Ex-girlfriend thinks that I'm fucked up I am Mom thinks that I keep a gun tucked Yes, ma'am My best friend thinks that I'm off one My dad thinks I don't care to call him My old friends think that I've lost my head Oh, my God, shut the fuck up It's like, all my life, been a fuck-up Who do you really think you are? (Ah, I'm tell 'em) I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day Young bull might be crazy Young bull might be shady Young bull, young bull Young bull might fade away Young bull might kill a matador I'm not crazy, hallelujah Tell my mama I don't need no shooter I ain't missing, not a shot, huh, thanks a lot, huh Blocka, blocka, pull my body out the devil locker, like I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day Young bull might be crazy Young bull might be shady Young bull might fade away Young bull might kill a matador Young bull might be crazy Young bull might be shady Young bull might fade away Young bull might kill a matador I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day, oh