Who Are You To Judge Omar LinX

[Hook: Omar Linx]
Maybe we fucked up
Maybe we're not right
Maybe it's our fault
But baby it's our life
And we did it our way
So who the fuck are you to judge

[Hook]

[Verse 1: Omar Linx]
A lot people tell me fucked up shit
Like we some fucked up kids
Can't remember half the night or what the fuck we did
Once that bender keeps on well
That's the stuff I live
Should I say it out loud
That's the rut I'm in
Well that’s the after party after the after party
Once them blinds go down and you have to party
Once this broad gets to pouring my drinks
I know she scheming, but I leave it
Best believe I know more than she think
We just hitting them lows
And trying to get by
Seems I make another drink for every star in the sky
You can bottle all your problems away
Put a cork in the pain
Cause on the real I ain't got much to say
Hold me down for another round
Drink em like I lost count
Until I'm circling my house
Like I'm locked out
It's up to you let the soda decide
I say we these horses up
And keep this party alive