Why did we fall that evening)?
Silhouettes for the evening
You might just be my type
And I know what you just 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 outside uh-uh
I, u better go hide
Put it on her feet and I glide
Step with the three like clyde, slide, slide
We rock on 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
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up
Don't know what to do
Woke up on the seventeenth
With them tattoes just is telling me
And them fantasies is outstanding me
I'm only one the beat between 10 and 3
Took you, move you outside to the west
Down Southside by the jets
Tell me what a time what a wreck
Never let it down, never let
Always thought T was a rex
Never thought That was a wreck
Put the ice tea on ur neck
When it go cold make you sweat
Never let you go, yo the best
But never let it go to your head
I always got control of the
Whoa (yeah)
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up (uh-uh)
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 what you just like but im
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 (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
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up
Still fucked up, still fucked up
Still fucked up, still fucked up
Still fucked up, still fucked up
What to do Lyrics - JACKBOYS, Travis Scott
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