Rêverie - Certified f** Up (OFFICIAL LYRICS) lyrics

Published

0 381 0

Rêverie - Certified f** Up (OFFICIAL LYRICS) lyrics

REVERIE "CERTIFIED fu*k UP" (SINGLE) 2008 MY MOMMA ASK, "WHY YOU ALWAYS OUT ON THE STREETS?" IT'S CUZ IM SO fu*kEN LAZY AND I HATE CHANGING MY SHEETS DON'T YOU GET IT? I HATE BEING HOME. IT REMINDS ME OF REALITY I HATE THE FACT I'M LIVING IN A DISFUNCTIONAL FAMILY BUT I DON'T GIVE A fu*k, I fu*kEN LOVE EM TO DEATH EVEN THOUGH MY MOMs WOULD BEAT ME EVERY TIME SHE'D GET UPSET THAT WAS WHEN I WAS LITTLE. THOSE DAYS ARE OVER AND DONE HOW COULD MY DAD WALK OUT ON ME, HIS WIFE, AND 2 LITTLE SONS ? I GUESS HE DIDN'T GIVE A fu*k. THATS WHY I DON T EITHER SO EVERY DAY I DRINK A 40 AND I SMOKE ON THE REEFER CUZ IT'S CHEAPER THAN THERAPY AND IT EASES THE PAIN & IT'S KILLING ME SLOWLY AND PUTTIN HOLES IN MY BRAIN IT'S SUICIDE LOW KEY. DEEP INSIDE, KNOW ME IS A CRAZY MOTHER fu*kER, A SADISTIC CLEPTOMANIAC A MOTHER fu*kEN BRAINIAC WITH NO fu*kEN CONSCIENCE A BEAUTIFUL PSYCHO, [P]HUCKIN [U]P [G]IRLS ON THE CONSTANT! I'M A HOODLUM, A MISTAKE, A CERTIFIED fu*k UP IF YOU DON T WANNA FIGHT, I SUGGEST YOU SHUT THE fu*k UP CUZ I'M BEATING b*tchES UP EVERY TIME I GET DOWN THAT'S JUST HOW WE DO IT HERE ON MY SIDE OF TOWN MY MOMMA ASK, "WHY YOU ALWAYS COMING HOME WITH BRUISES?" A THING CALLED "HOMIE LOVE," BUT EXPLAINING IT TO YOU WOULD JUST BE USELESS CUZ IF YOU LIVE THE WAY I'M LIVING, AND YOU SMOKE THE WAY I'M SMOKING AND YOU BANGING HOW I'M BANGING, THEN YOU KNOW THAT I AIN'T JOKING! THIS SOME SERIOUS sh*t. I'M ON SOME SERIOUS sh*t I'M SEEING PEOPLE IN THE SKY, THIS SOME DELIRIOUS sh*t TO MAKE MY LIFE "OK," MAKE IT SOMEWHAT BEARABLE TO ADD A LITTLE SPICE INTO A RECIPE OF "TERRIBLE." I'M SERVED THE SAME PLATE EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK- BULLsh*t, VIOLENCE, MARYJANE, AND SOME TWEEK KEEPING MY BODY LOOKING BOMB AND MY INSIDES BLACK DOCTOR TELLS ME I SHOULD STOP BUT HERE I AM BUYING A SACK- SO I CAN STAY HIGH. THAT'S HOW I LIVE, I STAY FLY LOST IN LOVE, YOU'LL ALWAYS CATCH ME WITH THE SAME GUY BORED IN JAIL, CONTEMPLATING, WRITING LETTERS TO YOU THEY ASK ME WHY I DO IT I JUST GOT NOTHING BETTER TO DO! I'M A HOODLUM, A MISTAKE, A CERTIFIED fu*k UP IF YOU DON T WANNA FIGHT, I SUGGEST YOU SHUT THE fu*k UP CUZ I'M BEATING b*tchES UP EVERY TIME I GET DOWN THAT'S JUST HOW WE DO IT HERE ON MY SIDE OF TOWN