Letra de Just A Fuck Up (Intro)
Sometimes people ask me why my raps are so fucking offensive and ridiculously bad
Well... To be perfectly honest, in my humble opinion, of course without offending anyone who thinks differently from my point of view, but also looking into this matter in a different perspective and without being condemning of one's view and trying to make it objectified, and by considering each and everyone’s valid opinion, I, uh, honestly believe that I completely forgot what the fuck I was going to say
Welcome to "THE VIEW FROM HALFWAY DOWN", bitch
He think he's coming back
Back to drinking whiskey, talking shit and spitting raps
Bragging about his swag and dreaming 'bout throwing racks
Into the strippers, guess he need another heart attack
His life is boring, motherfucker with the Cadillac
Recording raps about his health, a hypochondriac
A fucking psychopath that doesn’t use the fanny pack
The only thing he'd wish is that his songs would not be wack
He's fucking haunted 'bout it, look for someone to attack
Then use the power of a word and dollar, throwing back
When time was not so hard, it's like a fucking soundtrack
To life of kid with broken bones and fucking cardiac
Arrest, yeah, he knows everything about that
There's nothing he could do, that's why he write this almanac
This is a story of a scared boy, hope you understand
He's a fuck up who only leaves without the coming back
Without the coming back...
Without the coming back...
Yeah, bitch, if you don’t get it it’s my story
Fuck peace, when I drop this I will ride foreign
My piece bring my clique to victory
My peeps, I know they fucking die for me
I drink, so what? I shouldn't be sorry
You diss me for this? Bitch, I’m not worried
Ride with me or I will pop the Glock on ya
Yeah, bitch, if you don't get it it's my story
Fuck you, it's my story...
Fuck you, it’s my story.
Well... To be perfectly honest, in my humble opinion, of course without offending anyone who thinks differently from my point of view, but also looking into this matter in a different perspective and without being condemning of one's view and trying to make it objectified, and by considering each and everyone’s valid opinion, I, uh, honestly believe that I completely forgot what the fuck I was going to say
Welcome to "THE VIEW FROM HALFWAY DOWN", bitch
He think he's coming back
Back to drinking whiskey, talking shit and spitting raps
Bragging about his swag and dreaming 'bout throwing racks
Into the strippers, guess he need another heart attack
His life is boring, motherfucker with the Cadillac
Recording raps about his health, a hypochondriac
A fucking psychopath that doesn’t use the fanny pack
The only thing he'd wish is that his songs would not be wack
He's fucking haunted 'bout it, look for someone to attack
Then use the power of a word and dollar, throwing back
When time was not so hard, it's like a fucking soundtrack
To life of kid with broken bones and fucking cardiac
Arrest, yeah, he knows everything about that
There's nothing he could do, that's why he write this almanac
This is a story of a scared boy, hope you understand
He's a fuck up who only leaves without the coming back
Without the coming back...
Without the coming back...
Yeah, bitch, if you don’t get it it’s my story
Fuck peace, when I drop this I will ride foreign
My piece bring my clique to victory
My peeps, I know they fucking die for me
I drink, so what? I shouldn't be sorry
You diss me for this? Bitch, I’m not worried
Ride with me or I will pop the Glock on ya
Yeah, bitch, if you don't get it it's my story
Fuck you, it's my story...
Fuck you, it’s my story.
