WHAT TO DO? (feat. Don Toliver)

Travis Scott

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    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)

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    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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