What Am I to Do? (feat. Loyle Carner)

Uh, this is two o'clock One, one, one, one Two, two, two, two Two, two Should I tell you? Yo You can find me where the city meets the skyline Knocking back the whiskey like it's white wine, uh Says she's finished work and so I bide time Until I take her guard off and put it down beside mine It's fine, we watch the world go by Saw the whole world through my girl's own eyes And they were pale like the photo size 'Cause everybody talks the truth, no she knows those guys, but who? Really, nothing of concern, see the city's on fire Watch the bridges as they burn I disappear now I'm wishing she'd return At the same time, wishing I could learn, all this paper that I earned The first bird gets the worm The second mouse gets the cheese, trust And I been sat down doing this with ease Too much, Ps, someone take it for me please, please Can't get up Spine won't let up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check-up I'm fed up, uh But what am I to do? Uh I'm worried 'bout you Y'all saying that my mind won't let up Spine won't let up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check-up I'm fed up But what am I to do If I'm worried 'bout you? I didn't write a second verse, so I'll kick a free I'm all about being me LC ripping mics in the place to be Ezra Collective, we do this so frequently It's me on the flipping mic, yeah, I said it right I say it twice if I do this like every night Shouts to Jorja, met on the stage, grab a water Now I talk to missus 'bout her daughter Yeah, I oughta switch up the flow a bit Let me see if I can come a bit more legit In a boat, no joke, I don't smoke Give a toke, I don't do that Coming with some new raps, so who's that? LC on the bigger mic, I might have said that twice But anyways, let me get away and come back Kickin' real raps, yeah, have that Let up Won't get up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check up I'm fed up But what am I to do? I'm worried 'bout you Y'all saying that my mind won't let up Spine won't let up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check-up I'm fed up, yeh But what am I to do If I'm worried 'bout you? Yo, I wrote another 15 or 16 I never worry, keep my - clean I seen drugs ruin lives of the pristine From the brown, all the way down to the stiff green The streets are mean but my mother ain't And every late night, yeah, my mum would wait And when I staggered home, drunk in a dumbest state Say it straight, she'd fix me a plate, stuff it in my face I'd never run around the bits with the bangers really But still the bangers in the bits either fan or fear me 'Cause if I talk about my feelings in the manor near me Chuck in some raps, it adapts, they can see it clearly 'Cause it's inside of them, I grab the paper and I ride the pen Livin' this life, I ain't tryna end So, I can kick it for a foe, never mind a friend Waiting for feelings like can rhyme again, it's like Ah, can't get up Mind won't let up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check-up I'm fed up But what am I to do? I'm worried 'bout you Yo, saying that my mind won't let up Spine won't get up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check-up I'm fed up But what am I to do? I'm worried 'bout you I can't get up Won't let up In my neck Ain't got time for a check-up And yeah, I'm fed up, yo But what am I to do If I been worried 'bout you? I been saying that my mind won't let up Spine won't get up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check-up I'm fed up But what am I to do If I been worried 'bout you? You, you, you If I been worried 'bout you I sing it now One, one, one Two, two, two That's it, so fuck you