Fucked Up B.o.B (Ft. Playboy Tre)

[Pre-Chorus: I Blame Coco]
I've lost
Control
And I've lost
My soul
My heart's turned
To cold
'Cause I've lost
Control

[Chorus: I Blame Coco & B.o.B]
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why you think I'm cool
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (Is that)
Is that why you think I'm cool (Is that why? Is that why?)
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (Is that why? Why, why, I)
Is that why you think I'm cool (I)
Because I get fucked up, fucked up? (I, ha)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
We're way too fucked up, but obviously
But, hey, that's just what happens when the bottles are free
Prestige like an alderman
I'm laid up in the suite like Solomon, y'all just followin'
I'm halfway across the world, it just occurred to me
I look down, wallet full of foreign currency (Haha)
Table full of shots, that's courtesy
Broke niggers fake ballin', that's perjury
I do my thing certainly
One black, one Asian, diversity
I got a girl, she got a girl, we do 'em both concurrently
I wanna see them lips move, and I ain't talking verbally
I'm at the peak, man, I'm Hong-Kong high
They wanna see me fall and I don't know why
I'm getting wasted at the Hong-Kong spot
And the room keeps spinning, but I don't know why