L.G.F.U.

L.G.F.U.

By Shaire Blythe

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Lets get fucked up, run up

Bitches hit the floor

Got me fucked up, turned up

And I'ma need some more

Boy got me tripping, feeling

I don't like them feelings

Got me reeling, killing about all my fucking time

And I don't got the time, Not with all the lies

Could you believe it, I put myself out on the line

But fuck him, Said fuck it, We gonna own the night

Got my bitches, we chilling, Can't see what's in front of our eyes

And we're awesome, but you already know it

We be committing crimes, and it's nothing, No repercussions

Beat is crazy, maybe, I can just get lost

People tore up, red cups all over the floors

I must be dreaming, Not breathing

I just wanna forget him leaving, Playing around with what I had in store

Who has got the time?

You have a fucked up mind

And I gave my all,

You let me fall

It's nothing, nothing

Bitch can't tell me nothing

Cause I'm on one, I'm on one

Taking one for the team

Backing off and letting shit be,

And getting fucked up

Lets get fucked up