W.T.F. (feat. Brielle)

Okay, 2:30 in the morning, leaving out of Marquee
She can't find her self-respect, I can't find my car key
Guess it's for the best before this night gets any messier
Don't take it as a loss, but as a lesson from the messenger
A plethora of regrets on my plate
One less tear that's swept off of her face
If by the grace of God I can replace it with a smile
I hope my soul can be redeemed, you know it's bound to take a while
Cause you know, I mean you know
Nothing exciting as Dyckman, I'm susceptible to culo
Wake up with a log, that's the dog in me Pluto
Breakin' hearts since 4th grade gotta shout out Ms. Arujo man
You never know where you gon' wind up
A letter from my future self inside my prom tux
Shots of Jamo tryna drown it all in 9 bucks
We don't find love, love finds us

Are we kissin'? Are we huggin'? Are we fightin'? Are we fussin'?
Are we somethin'? Are we nothin' at all?
Are we together? Man, I don't know
But I definitely ain't your hoe, though

So what the fuck are we
So what the fuck are we
So what the fuck are we
So what the fuck are we

Okay, 500 days of Summer make you wonder what it's for
He miss a couple texts, she miss a couple calls
That miscommunication make the Franco-Prussian war
Look like just a little scuffle when we cussin' up a storm
Momo, I don't know no Momo
I don't know how she got my number
I don't know why she sendin' me photos
Snoopin' through my phone, life-size no-no
If you're lookin' for a ring, you ain't gon' find it here, Frodo whoa
Two weeks away from forever
But one fight from Carl Thomas, I wish I never met her
I can't accept my flaws and you won't admit your errors
When you meet someone as nuts as you, y'all meant to be together they say
So where's my little maniac
I got a spot we can get faded at
Don't wear no drawers and I'm okay with that
Fifty Shades of Gray in hardcover and paperback

Are we kissin'? Are we huggin'? Are we fightin'? Are we fussin'?
Are we somethin'? Are we nothin' at all?
Are we together? Man, I don't know
But I definitely ain't your hoe, though

So what the fuck are we
So what the fuck are we
So what the fuck are we
So what the fuck are we

To be young be young be young be young be young
To be young be young be young be young be young
To be young be young be young
Just a little bit of ino-i-i-i-innocence
A little bit dumb

To be young be young be young be young be young
To be young be young be young be young be young
To be young be young be young
Just a little bit of ino-i-i-i-innocence
A little bit dumb

On goes the stereo
Off come the pantyhose
In strolls the bearer of hurt
There goes the person you were
On goes the stereo
Off come the pantyhose
In strolls the bearer of hurt
There goes the person you were

Are we kissing? Are we hugging? Are we fighting? Are we fussing?
Are we something? Are we nothing at all
Are we together? Man, I don't know
But I definitely ain't your hoe, though

So what the fuck are we
So what the fuck are we
So what the fuck are we
So what the fuck are we

Hey, this is my third or fourth time calling
I'm not sure why you're not answering
but I need to talk to you
It's important

Oh, fuck
I mean, great