What's Goin' On?

Wake up by the couch in the same the damn clothes

I'm too fucked up

Let four drinks turn into more, I declined her calls

I'm too fucked 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 fucked up

What's goin' on?

Had too much Patrón

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 Cîroc, 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-

Even though she in my phone, that don't mean shit

'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 Patrón

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 with my boo

She don't wanna love and I lie too

Tell her I'ma change and I try to

But it's the wrong time with the right dude

I see it in my future, I could ice you

Put something on your finger that excite you

Off the Henny, ain't no telling what I might do

But the bottle always hit me 'fore the night do ('Fore the night do)