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reverie - certified fuck up lyrics

reverie “certified f-ck up” (single) 2008

my momma ask, “why you always out on the streets?”
it’s cuz im so f-cken 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 f-ck, i f-cken 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 f-ck. 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 k!lling me slowly and puttin holes in my brain
it’s suicide low key. deep inside, know me
is a crazy mother f-cker, a s-d-stic cleptomaniac
a mother f-cken brainiac with no f-cken conscience
a beautiful psycho, [p]huckin [u]p [g]irls on the constant!

i’m a hoodlum, a mistake, a certified f-ck up
if you don t wanna fight, i suggest you shut the f-ck 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!

- reverie lyrics

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