Letra de GLORY* - Jean Dawson

Ex-girlfriend thinks that I'm fucked up

I am

Mom thinks that I keep a gun tucked

Yes, ma'am

My best friend thinks that I'm off one

My dad thinks I don't care to call him

My old friends think that I've lost my head

Oh my God, shut the fuck up

It's like all my life, been a fuck-up

Who do you really think you are? (Ah, I'ma tell 'em)

I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight

I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day

I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight

I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day

Young bull might be crazy

Young bull might be shady

Young bull, young bull—

Young bull might fade away

Young bull might kill a matador

I'm not crazy, hallelujah

Tell my mama, I don't need no shooter

I ain't missin', not a shot, huh

Thanks a lot, huh

Blocka, blocka

Pull my body out the devil locker, like

I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight

I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day

I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight

I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day

Young bull might be crazy

Young bull might be shady

Young bull might fade away

Young bull might kill a matador

Young bull might be crazy

Young bull might be shady

Young bull might fade away

Young bull might kill a matador

I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight

I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day

I'm so fucked up, I can barely stand straight

I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day

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