Wake up by the couch in the same damn clothes
Im too f**ked up
Let four drinks turn into more , I decline her calls
Im too f**ked up
Send a text to my side piece, tell her Im bout to fall through
Put it down so good, I can still smell her perfume
Soon as I woke up, thats when I knew
I just f**ked up
Whats goin on?
Had too much Patron
Passed out on the floor
Baby went through my phone
Whats goin on? wit em, wit em, wit em
Call me up, I cant lie, no way
Find the truth, now she on my case
Tried to blame it on the Dusse
Peach Ciroc, baby, I was faded
Took it straight to the face
Ended up at her place, uh
Didnt wanna break your heart
Didnt wanna, didnt wanna break your-
And even though she in my phone, that dont mean sh*t
Cause you the one I wanna go half on a baby with
Girl, I dont ever want you to take your love away
Thatd be too tragic, I couldnt stand it
So tell me, whats goin on?
Had too much Patron
Passed out on the floor
Baby went through my phone
Whats goin on, wit em, wit em, wit em
Im in the doghouse wit my boo
She dont wanna love and I lied too
Tell her Imma change and I try to
But its 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, aint no tellin what I might do
The bottle always hit me for the night do
(Fore the night do)
What's Going On?