F***Ed Up (Explicit Album Version)

Yo... damn
Yo, my head is fucked up, son
Man, you gon' be aight, man?
Yo, I ain't drinkin' no mo', dog, I swear
C'mon, man, I got you, dog, c'mon
Shit—oh, shit...

How do it feel to be high without drugs?
Some say it's the feelin' of love for yourself
I can't call it, I just threw up in the toilet
And all my life, I said I wasn't gon' be no alcoholic
I'm fallin', son, tryna stay sober
But the alcohol be callin', son, like a ghost, so
Let's make a toast to my liver and my kidneys
Pour out a little Henny, here's to gout in your twenties
Not many niggas make it to thirty, we ridin' dirty
Breath stinkin', already drinkin' bright and early
I done hurled off Smirnoff, gin and 8-ball
Passed out on the bathroom floor with my clothes off
'Member them Mickeys? Tall, can't fit in your Dickies
Before they put them cameras up in the corner store?
It used to be so much fun when we was young
Tryna holla at somethin' smellin' like 151
Gettin' thrown out the club on buzz
I'm 'bout to go get the gun, dog, but I ain't even know where I was
My nigga M.A. had to carry me home on many days
It was Heineken, Beck's, Andre's and E&J's
They say alcoholism is in my DNA
'Cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way
They say alcoholism is in my DNA
'Cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yo, pick it up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yo, M.A., pick it up, it's M.I.D., dog
Yo, yo, man, yo, hello
Yo, nigga
Yo, man
What y'all niggas did last night, man?
I ain't even up yet, I'm still fucked up though
Still in the bed, nigga, yo, what happened?

I got so fucked up last night, I passed out
Assed out, man, I couldn't even get to the house
And I know I shouldn't be drinkin' on an empty stomach
But the flyer said, "Open bar," I said, "Fuck it"
Went from vodka to rum, from rum to cognac
My body feel like I've been fightin' in combat
And I've been coughin' up yellow shit, breakin' a sweat
I've been shakin' like a leaf, but that's just what I get
For pourin' my own poison and throwin' it back
And it's not enough to just know better, you gotta act
I know I said that the last time, but I was havin' such a good time
The liquor just took over my mind
And I don't wanna be a Gil Scott-Heron, y'all
But when you livin' in the bottle, then a nigga stop carin'
'Cause the ones who made that alcohol ain't my friend
But the sad part is I'ma probably do it again, goddamn

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I used to have a thing for cognac
Nowadays, I train for combat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Pour your own poison
I used to have a thing for cognac
Nowadays, I train for combat