What's Goin' On?

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)