Wake up by the couch in the same damn clothes
I'm too f**ked up
Let four drinks turn into more , I decline her calls
I'm too f**ked 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 f**ked 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, I can't lie, no way
Find the truth, now she on my case
Tried 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 sh*t
'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 wit' my boo
She don't wanna love and I lied too
Tell her I'mma change and I try to
But it's the wrong time wit' 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
('Fore the night do)
What's Goin' On?