What Am I To Do

I could feel bad, check

I could feel

What am I to do?

With 30 bad b*****s and we got 4 rooms

I don’t trust them and I don’t trust the news

Y’all got me confused

I hop in that traffic, I head to your room

I’m sick of talking about ya other dude

It’s something like movies, cause I’m coming soon

You know what to do

You know what to do

Yeah, If you want war I could give it

If you want more I could get it up

Back as sophomores in your civic

Now all these tours got me slippin up

I don’t want more of these b*****s

I done found one who gon listen up

These days I’m tired of thinkin, my body

So tired of drinking, I’m prolly

On the verge of breaking ohh

And these lames wanna test me, and I’ll prolly

Catch bodies, your problems, don’t sweat me no

Go and pass it up

You know that ***** down and turnt as ****

And I got you right, right down to show me love

So show me love

What am I to do

When I’m out of Cali she don’t have a clue

I can’t feel bad no it's just what I do

I say what am I to do

When I need the balance I get in the mood

No I can’t feel bad no it’s just what I do