| So baby, wanna fuck me up?
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| Guess I gotta turn to the drugs
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| Nothing really gets me fucked up
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| Nothing as much as your love
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| Baby, wanna fuck me up?
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| Guess I gotta turn to the drugs
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| Nothing really gets me fucked up
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| Nothing as much as your love
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| I don’t know, it’s kinda my fault
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| Let you win, that was my call
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| Who am I to know what’s wrong?
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| Who am I to know what’s wrong?
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| Things in my head, in my face
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| All in my mouth, it’s the taste
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| Pulling my hair, love the pain
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| And you look in my eyes, and you see
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| Baby, wanna fuck me up?
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| Guess I gotta turn to the drugs
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| Nothing really gets me fucked up
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| Nothing as much as your love
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| Baby, wanna fuck me up?
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| Guess I gotta turn to the drugs
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| Nothing really gets me fucked up
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| Nothing as much as your love
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| Smoking the only thing I get into
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| Hella weed and some shit I’m used to
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| Cause I’m thinking 'bout you, all that I do
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| And the old things used to feel heartless
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| And the money’s been easing my problems
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| Thinking 'bout you, all that I do
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| Baby, wanna fuck me up?
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| Guess I gotta turn to the drugs
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| Nothing really gets me fucked up
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| Nothing as much as your love
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| Baby, wanna fuck me up?
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| Guess I gotta turn to the drugs
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| Nothing really gets me fucked up
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| Nothing as much as your love
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| (Nothing as much as your love) |