Jean Dawson Glory* Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ex-girlfriend thinks that I'm f*cked 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 f*ck up
It's like all my life, been a f*ck-up
Who do you really think you are? (Ah, I'ma tell 'em)
[Chorus]
I'm so f*cked up, I can barely stand straight
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day
I'm so f*cked up, I can barely stand straight
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day

[Post-Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
I'm so f*cked up, I can barely stand straight
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day
I'm so f*cked up, I can barely stand straight
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day
[Post-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
I'm so f*cked up, I can barely stand straight
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day
I'm so f*cked up, I can barely stand straight
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'ma laugh until my last day