Stroke-Past-Midnight

"Fuck Me Up"

She rides alone,
Cold soul, like a sucker to Rome
She likes fucking in her Mercedes Benz
She loves soul, hard core
And I'm ready to roll
And I could book her with the back of my hand, hand.

Fuck me up
U really had to fuck it up.
Why did ya have to fuck me up?
U really had to fuck me up
Oh Baby, oh Baby
What the fuck?
U really had to mess me up
Why did ya have to fuck me up?
U really had to fuck

Set the cool back home down to the West
Wet lips I don't deny
She counts her cards front row now
A little pro how?
Let me have a hell of a time
U go to town now. Oh how?
I made I picture and I'll paint it in the back of my mind, mind

Fuck me up
U really had to fuck it up.
Why did ya have to fuck me up?
U really had to fuck me up
Oh Baby, oh Baby
What the fuck?
U really had to mess me up
Why did ya have to fuck me up?
U really had to fuck

Here I go I'm out the door
I'm gonna tape it on the floor
And I will tape my mouth shut
Here I go I'm out the door
Ill trade a sucker for a fucker and I wont be known
And dig my flow
And I'm out for more
I'll take a painting in my head, oh God I'm bored...

Fuck me up
U really had to fuck it up.
Why did ya have to fuck me up?
U really had to fuck me up
Oh Baby, oh Baby
What the fuck?
U really had to mess me up
Why did ya have to fuck me up?
U really had to fuck.

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