FMU Paroles

Nothing really gets me fucked up
Nothing as much as your love

I don't know, it's kinda my fault
Let you win, that was my call
Who am I to know what's wrong?
Who am I to know what's wrong?
Things in my head, in my face
All in my mouth, it's the taste
Pulling my hair, love the pain
And you look at my eyes in the street. [?]

Baby, wanna fuck me up?
Guess I gotta turn to the drugs
Nothing really gets me fucked up
Nothing as much as your love
Baby, wanna fuck me up?
Guess I gotta turn to the drugs
Nothing really gets me fucked up
Nothing as much as your love And the old things used to feel heartless
And the money's been easing my problems
Thinking 'bout you, all that I do

Baby, wanna fuck me up?
Guess I gotta turn to the drugs
Nothing really gets me fucked up
Nothing as much as your love
Baby, wanna fuck me up?
Guess I gotta turn to the drugs
Nothing really gets me fucked up
Nothing as much as your love
(Nothing as much as your love)