Why did we fall that evening?Silhouettes for the eveningYou might just be my typeAnd I know just what you like but I'm—Still fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)Don't know what to doStill fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)Don't know what to doI woke up on the seventeenthDrunk as hell, you tellin' meI was in the club, full of jealousyDamn near caught a felonyOne thing I know, two just wanna ride (Uh-uh)I did it outside (Uh-uh)I, you better go hide (Uh-uh)Put it on her feet and I glideStep with the three like Clyde, slide, slideWe rock the cream on the pie-ie-ieBut that's my better side (Yeah)I can't tell a lie (Uh-uh)This is televised (Uh-uh)You need better guysStill fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)Don't know what to do (Yeah)Still fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)Don't know what to do (Yeah)Woke up on the seventeenthWith them tattoos, just is tellin' meAnd them fantasies is outstandin' meI'm only on the beat between 10 and 3Took you, move you outside to the WestDown Southside by the 'jectsTell me what a time, what a wreckNever let it down, never letAlways thought T was a rexNever thought T was a wreckPut the ice T on your neck (Neck)When it go cold make you sweatNever let you go, never (Go, go)Never let you go, you the bestBut never let it go to your head (No)I always got control of theWoah (Yeah)Still fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)Don't know what to do (Yeah)Still fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)Don't know what to do (Yeah)Silhouettes for the weekendAnd you might just be my typeAnd I know just what you like but I'm—Still fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)Don't know what to do (Yeah)Still fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)Don't know what to do (Yeah)Fuck the club upStill with my dawgsPlease don't make the wrong moves'Cause my weapon cockedStill fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)Don't know what to do (Yeah)Still fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)Don't know what to do (Yeah)Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
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WHAT TO DO? (With Jackboys, feat. Don Toliver)Travis Scott
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 (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
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 (Uh-uh)
I did it outside (Uh-uh)
I, you better go hide (Uh-uh)
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 (Yeah)
I can't tell a lie (Uh-uh)
This is televised (Uh-uh)
You need better guys
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
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 (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Silhouettes for the weekend
And you might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm—
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Fuck the club up
Still with my dawgs
Please don't make the wrong moves
'Cause my weapon cocked
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
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