WHAT TO DO? (feat. Don Toliver)

Why did we fall that evening?

Silhouettes for the evening

You might just be my type

And I know just what you like but I'm—

Still fucked up

Still fucked up

Don't know what to do

Still fucked up

Still fucked up

Don't know what to do

I woke up on the seventeenth

Drunk as hell, you tellin' me

I was in the club, full of jealousy

Damn near caught a felony

One thing I know, two just wanna ride

I did it outside

I, you better go hide

Put it on her feet and I glide

Step with the three like Clyde, slide, slide

We rock the cream on the pie-ie-ie

But that's my better side

I can't tell a lie

This is televised

You need better guys

Still fucked up

Still fucked up

Don't know what to do

Still fucked up

Still fucked up

Don't know what to do

Woke up on the seventeenth

With them tattoos, just is tellin' me

And them fantasies is outstandin' me

I'm only on the beat between 10 and 3

Took you, move you outside to the West

Down Southside by the 'jects

Tell me what a time, what a wreck

Never let it down, never let

Always thought T was a rex

Never thought T was a wreck

Put the ice T on your neck (Neck)

When it go cold make you sweat

Never let you go, never (go, go)

Never let you go, you the best

But never let it go to your head (no)

I always got control of the

Woah

Still fucked up

Still fucked up

Don't know what to do

Still fucked up

Still fucked up

Don't know what to do

Silhouettes for the weekend

And you might just be my type

And I know just what you like but I'm—

Still fucked up

Still fucked up

Don't know what to do

Still fucked up

Still fucked up

Don't know what to do

Fuck the club up

Still with my dawgs

Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked

Still fucked up

Still fucked up

Don't know what to do

Still fucked up

Still fucked up

Don't know what to do

Still fucked up, still fucked up

Still fucked up, still fucked up

Still fucked up, still fucked up

Still fucked up, still fucked up