Artist: Effect & Dang. f/ Chris Orrick
Album:  Songs to Play Mortal Kombat To
Song:   I'm Fucked Up
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Effect]
Yeah, king of instant gratification
I want what I want now, fuck waiting!
Yo, let me hear that something ain't up for the takin
I put my stake in, then I'm fuckin skating
Cause I've been tryin to figure out shit for 33 years
Yeah, hit my bird year, the skill level is there
All anxiety-ridden, how am I even still here?
Upstaging rappers rockin temporary tattoo tears
That disappear once you tell me how you actually feel
You're trying to convince me that the struggle was real
Cause a struggle is a struggle but it helps you grow
It should push you to gorw, you ain't struggling, no
Cause everything can't always be hustle and flow
Flowin hustle since Russell Simmons ended the show
I'm a fact, I'm a rapper from the city of Lowell
I'm fucked up, but if you listen of my records, you know

[Chorus]
I'm fucked up, why I gotta live so rough?
I'm fucked up, why I gotta live so rough?
I'm fucked up, why I gotta live so rough?
There's gotta be a way, but I can't find it
I'm fucked up, why I gotta live so rough?
I'm fucked up, why I gotta live so rough?
I'm fucked up, why I gotta live so rough?
My pain's so obvious that I can't hide it

[Effect]
I have anxiety like wow
I've had it all my life, it's really hitting me now
I don't handle things like you probably do
Or maybe you do, see that's the type of shit that I do
I think back to high school and the way that I was
Wanted to write rhymes while my friends did drugs
But we still got together, hung out and bugged
The rapper, the actor, brainiac, and the thug
Thinkin back to how bad I wanted fame at 19
And how the thought now just fuckin disgust me
Mixing my personality with fame'll be bad
Walking out drunk on every interview that I have
Fuck publicity stunts and elevator videos
Social media force feeds your heroes' info
I don't care anymore, my blood pressure just double
Got my wife, got my pen, stay out of my bubble

[Chorus]

[Chris Orrick]
I haven't woken up happy in seven months
I wake up sober, I'm happiest when I'm drunk
When I was younger, rap was something I would die for
But now I start to wonder what would happen if I try more
I'm gettin older and that mirror is an eyesore
It's gettin old trying to set that new high score
I pride myself on puttin my heart where my sleeve is
But now I'm thinkin that it's better if you hide yours
I should get some help, depression is selfish
Take the happy pills my uncle tried to kill himself with
Wake up later in a hospital bed
All disappointed cause he'd rather be dead
I'm writing verse like a whining little kid
And Jesus take the wheel, have him drive it off a bridge
I want a different life, well tough luck
I'm sorry for the venting, I talk when I'm fucked up

[Chorus]