What's Goin' On?
Wake up by the couch in the same damn clothes, I'm too fucked up
Left four drinks turning them all, while I decline her calls, I'm too fucked up
Send a text to my side piece, tell her I'm 'bout to fall through
Put it down so good, I can still smell her perfume
Soon as I woke up, that's when I knew, I just fucked up
What's goin' on?
Had too much Patron
Passed out on the floor
Baby went through my phone
What's goin' on, wit' 'em, wit' 'em, wit' 'em
Call me up, can't lie, no way
Find the truth now she on my case
Try to blame it on the D'usse
Peach Ciroc, baby, I was faded
Took it straight to the face
Ended up at her place, uh
Didn't wanna break your heart
Didn't wanna, didn't wanna break your
And even though she in my phone, that don't mean shit
'Cause you the one I wanna go half on a baby with
Girl, I don't ever want you to take your love away
That'd be too tragic, I couldn't stand it
So tell me, what's goin' on?
Had too much Patron
Passed out on the floor
Baby went through my phone
What's goin' on, wit' 'em, wit' 'em, wit' 'em
I'm in the doghouse with my boo
She don't wanna love and I lied too
Tell her imma change and I try to
But it's the wrong time with the right dude
I see it in my future, I could ice you
Put somethin' on your finger that excite you
Off the Henny, ain't no tellin' what I might do
The bottle always hit me 'fore the night do
Left four drinks turning them all, while I decline her calls, I'm too fucked up
Send a text to my side piece, tell her I'm 'bout to fall through
Put it down so good, I can still smell her perfume
Soon as I woke up, that's when I knew, I just fucked up
What's goin' on?
Had too much Patron
Passed out on the floor
Baby went through my phone
What's goin' on, wit' 'em, wit' 'em, wit' 'em
Call me up, can't lie, no way
Find the truth now she on my case
Try to blame it on the D'usse
Peach Ciroc, baby, I was faded
Took it straight to the face
Ended up at her place, uh
Didn't wanna break your heart
Didn't wanna, didn't wanna break your
And even though she in my phone, that don't mean shit
'Cause you the one I wanna go half on a baby with
Girl, I don't ever want you to take your love away
That'd be too tragic, I couldn't stand it
So tell me, what's goin' on?
Had too much Patron
Passed out on the floor
Baby went through my phone
What's goin' on, wit' 'em, wit' 'em, wit' 'em
I'm in the doghouse with my boo
She don't wanna love and I lied too
Tell her imma change and I try to
But it's the wrong time with the right dude
I see it in my future, I could ice you
Put somethin' on your finger that excite you
Off the Henny, ain't no tellin' what I might do
The bottle always hit me 'fore the night do
Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Deshon Norwood, Stephen Christopher Norwood, Deon Knight Jr., Gemaine Gemaine, Murph Murph
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