Gettin F**ked Up (feat. Josey Scott of Saliva)

Yeah, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up we, gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up Sometimes I feel like I'm flyin' Sometimes I feel like I'm dyin' Maybe the world is against me Maybe the world thinks I'm crazy Sometimes I feel like I'm moving Sometimes I feel like I'm losing Maybe the world is against me Maybe the world is a lie We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up I'm wild as hell Straight up out the hood I bail I'm a crazy motherfucker but I do it well Sometimes I can't even believe I'm still alive Stayin' fly, I can't drive 55 Like Hagar, I got a cigar rolled tight I'm a stunt man sippin' on syrup and Sprite I got that act right, medicine from my doc (yes sir) Loritab, ten milligrams that I pop (yes sir) Walk up in the club like a thug, get your ass kicked Step off in the parking lot and leave in a casket Acting like a scary coward giggling and laughing Let me hit the purple kush Hurry up and pass it Yeah, they call me Juicy J, a Three 6 Mafia bandit Got to ride on 24's and something with a candy Ounce of green and a fifth of liquor brandy A AK-47 on my lap, I keep it handy (maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up I'm the wildest one, the wildest one Mask on my face, in my lap's a gun In ya back seat, bring heat to ya avenue Dump on ya first, that's what Project Pat will do Ridin' in a hearse 'cause ya came with an attitude Then it's disperse from the gauge that'll rattle you Smoke so much trying to come with a cross move To this lunatic house, hollow points when I toss you Sometimes I feel I'm flyin' Sometimes I feel like I'm dyin' Maybe the world is against me Maybe the world thinks I'm crazy Sometimes I feel like I'm moving Sometimes I feel like I'm losing Maybe the world is against me Maybe the world is a lie We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up (Maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up