Screwed Up
Ludacris Lyrics


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(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)

I feel better than I've ever felt before, ah!
Intoxicated but maintaining self-control, ah!
I took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I'm loud and clear
I had some bud, I lit it up, and then I made it disappear
'Cause my magic tricks, are so fabulous
This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smoking cannibus
If you mad at this, damn it then

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)

I made a, call to my dog, time to split the blunt and break it up
Three-wheel motion, purple potion, I gotta shake it up
I tried to kick the habit, but it keep calling me
Abracadabra, here's a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed
Zig-Zag's and golden wraps got my mind gone
Drugs don't affect my work, I still get my grind on

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)

I'm leaning like the Tower of Pisa, the syrup squeezer
Come close to my stash, and get treated as if I'm Ebeneezer
I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let's call this the thrower potion
I'm screwed up, so no wonder things are in slower motion
I gots to have it, can't kick the habit, I've tried to shake it
The drug experiment stage if you mistake then

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)

I'm from Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we peel off
You ain't had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Jack Frost
Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta take it man
If it's a record for smoking I'm 'bout to break it man
Me and Luda puffing budda, we in a black Cougar
On Zab Judah, you try to jack us we grab Rugers

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)

How can I say it plain?
That I'm off that Mary Jane
And if it's true what they say
Then I don't know how many cells is left in my fucking brain
But I'ma keep on writing and lighting
Minds of these hungry rappers
And tell the hood that I've hired niggas and fired crackers
On the Fourth of July, opens your eyes I'm joking stupid
I love all races but if you hating my music then

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)

I love my
I get patient we never have to take a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I'm always getting rest
I wake to breakfast and head
You wake up to breakfast in bed
Should I drive my H2? Hmmm?
I'ma take the Lexus instead
Pimping ain't dead but I'll leave you niggas
Dead from all this pimping
I'm riding spinners like a pimp
That's why I'm limping

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)

Off substances that's controlled
That's how this story goes
I popped the cap, broke the ice
And Lil' Flip done broke the mold
I'm so cold I think I, see dead people
Nah, that's just my homies passed out in the Regal
Believe it, the potency is so strong, if you notice me
I'm calm, cool, and collected and if you, disrespect it, then

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)

We doing this for them players that bang screw music
We don't pass out after 8 blunts, because we used to it
Me and Cris like Cheech & Chong
So hurry, break out the weed and the bong
'Cause if it ain't Grade A trees, we gotta leave it alone
And to my homie Screw, you know I gotta hold it down
And if they want it then they gotta come and take the crown

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!




(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)

Overall Meaning

In "Screwed Up," Ludacris raps about his love for weed and the effects it has on him. He boasts about being able to handle himself while being highly intoxicated, and his ability to still get work done while under the influence. The chorus repeats the phrase "Fuck you" multiple times, which can be interpreted as a rejection of societal norms and expectations regarding drug use, or perhaps as a challenge to those who judge him for it.


Throughout the song, Ludacris refers to his drug use as a magical experience, likening himself to a magician with his "fabulous" tricks. However, he also acknowledges the dangers of drug use, with lines like "this shit's hazardous" and "I'm screwed up, so no wonder things are in slower motion." He also touches on the issue of addiction, mentioning his attempts to quit smoking weed but ultimately succumbing to the habit.


Overall, "Screwed Up" is a celebration of drug culture and a rejection of mainstream society's disapproval of it. It's a defiant declaration of one's own freedom to choose how to live and enjoy life, rather than conforming to societal norms and expectations.


Line by Line Meaning

Fuck you!
I'm angry


I'm screwed up
I'm under the influence of drugs


I feel better than I've ever felt before, ah!
Drugs make me feel good


Intoxicated but maintaining self-control, ah!
I'm inebriated but still conscious


I had some bud, I lit it up, and then I made it disappear
I smoked marijuana and it's gone now


If you mad at this, damn it then
If you don't like it, too bad


Drugs don't affect my work, I still get my grind on
I can still function even when I'm high


I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let's call this the thrower potion
I'm high on drugs so much that I can barely function


I'm screwed up, so no wonder things are in slower motion
I'm high on drugs and everything seems to be moving slower


You ain't had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Jack Frost
The best weed you can smoke is Sweet Tooth and Jack Frost


I'm so cold I think I, see dead people
I'm so high that I think I'm hallucinating


Me and Cris like Cheech & Chong
My friend and I are like the famous pot-smoking duo


And to my homie Screw, you know I gotta hold it down
I have to represent my friend Screw


And if they want it then they gotta come and take the crown
I'm the king of this drug game




Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, RAYMOND POOLE, WESLEY WESTON, RUH ANUBIS YAZID

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