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letra de funked up - max owen

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[verse 1]

hello, yeah, guess who’s back?
drunk as fuck again so i can barely spit a rap
and when i’m sober i’m nice, a girl’s best friend
then my head switches to fucking [aching?], get bent

and this really ain’t the real me
don’t mistake me for being sober just ‘cos i can still speak
and don’t try and reason with me, nah, i’m far past that
i’ll ask for a sip of your drink but never p-ss back (p-ss that!)

i’ve got a bad attitude, i got sk!ll and another couple things that you haven’t, dude
beating me’s like trying to win a race you start backwards
i’m unbreakable, b-tch you can’t hack this

you might think i’m arrogant; i’m not
i am not on your planet, on your planet i am not
i tripped on you missus, how i managed i forgot
i was pissed and somehow my hands just landed up her tot

[chorus] x2

it’s like my mind’s been hijacked
i can feel signals shooting through my synapse ([climax?])
i’ll return on the next day
same shit, different weekend’s what my friends say

[verse 2]

wake up- shit, what did i do last night?
friends say i should take it slow, i’ll just laugh like
never been the type to drink by the half-pint
can’t find anything i had at the start, my
wallet’s missing and i’ve got a vision
of this boy that’s switching, saying i was with his missus
i can see his fister twitching
but i’m not about that business, heading out the door
but first i’m nicking all the liquor from that little d-ckhead’s kitchen

b-tching’s something that i don’t take part in, [?]
more than a couple times i’ve p-ssed out in gardens
hi mum, it’s the new me
i only went for a shot but somehow came back with two e’s ([?])

i’m the one who’s acting drunk as fuck
eyes wide open hugging everything i fucking touch
but now i’m in my bed and i’m surrounded by vomit
my head’s spinning out but i’m feeling fucking proud of it, yeah

[chorus] x2

[spoken]

ha ha ha, why’s it always me?
i’m always the one who ends up, like, crowd surfing through the living room at, like four in the morning
oh well. we all get pissed, right?
as long as you enjoy yourself
where’s my beer, man?

- max owen

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