I Found Out What I Did
Ayy, part two, freestyle storytelling, let's get it, ayy
Shit, I found out where I am
I found out what I did
Feel like a bag of shit
I spent my whole paycheque
Woke up with a ass in my face, titties everywhere I look
I guess that was okay, as I'm checking the bank
All these hoes start to wake up, can somebody explain
Why the fuck we naked?
"You bought a round for the girls at the club"
"Started getting handsy with the plug"
"Said we'll sleep when we die, but we'll party when we're young"
Then you dialed up a Uber and the rest is enough
Shit, I found out where I am
I found out what I did
Feel like a bag of shit
I spent my whole paycheque
Yeah, we all piled in, then we asked where we were going
Can you guess what you said? You told us London was boring
Said let's go to Toronto and we'll keep this party going
Then we booked up the penthouse in the Hilton on Richmond
I found out where I am
I found out what I did
Feel like a bag of shit
I spent my whole paycheque
About 40 people in the hotel room
Twice the bottles, and lots of cocaine too
Naked twister, spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven
Couple minutes later everybody getting some head in
And when the party was ending, you said you going to bed
But you don't got pajamas, so you sent us to get them
And we thought these ones were cute, please don't get upset
Shit, I found out where I am
I found out what I did
Feel like a bag of shit
Shit, I found out where I am
I found out what I did
Feel like a bag of shit
I spent my whole paycheque
Woke up with a ass in my face, titties everywhere I look
I guess that was okay, as I'm checking the bank
All these hoes start to wake up, can somebody explain
Why the fuck we naked?
"You bought a round for the girls at the club"
"Started getting handsy with the plug"
"Said we'll sleep when we die, but we'll party when we're young"
Then you dialed up a Uber and the rest is enough
Shit, I found out where I am
I found out what I did
Feel like a bag of shit
I spent my whole paycheque
Yeah, we all piled in, then we asked where we were going
Can you guess what you said? You told us London was boring
Said let's go to Toronto and we'll keep this party going
Then we booked up the penthouse in the Hilton on Richmond
I found out where I am
I found out what I did
Feel like a bag of shit
I spent my whole paycheque
About 40 people in the hotel room
Twice the bottles, and lots of cocaine too
Naked twister, spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven
Couple minutes later everybody getting some head in
And when the party was ending, you said you going to bed
But you don't got pajamas, so you sent us to get them
And we thought these ones were cute, please don't get upset
Shit, I found out where I am
I found out what I did
Feel like a bag of shit
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Writer(s): Zac Mullaly
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