[Intro: Don Toliver]
Why do we fall at evening?
Silhouettes for the weekend
And you might just be my type
And I know just what you like, but I'm—
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-huh)
Don't know what to do
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-huh)
Don't know what to do
[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I woke up on the seventeenth (Ooh)
Drunk as hell, you tellin' me (Ooh)
I was in the club, full of jealousy
Damn near caught a felony
One thing I know, two girls wanna ride (Uh-huh)
I did it outside (Uh-huh)
I, you better go hide (Uh-huh)
Put it on her feet and I glide (Skrrt, skrrt)
Step with the three like Clyde, slide, slide (Ooh)
We rock thе cream on the pie-iе-ie (Ooh)
But that's my better side (Yeah)
I can't tell a lie (Uh-huh)
This is televised (Uh-huh)
You need better guys (Better tell 'em)
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-huh)
Don't know what to do
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-huh)
Don't know what to do
[Verse 2: Sheck Wes & Don Toliver]
And you don't know what I've been through (Uh-huh)
Know the way I'm livin' (Pop it)
My neck spin the room, fuck you (Uh)
I'ma rob one of these niggas (Uh)
I just sent my sister to school (Uh, to school)
Seein' my dog in prison
These racks are getting ran through (Ran through)
When I'm stressin', I'm spendin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm tryna multiply all my digits, I got dollar signs on my mission (Ooh)
My mama workin' the hardest, she been waitin' on the maceration (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm grindin' hard, I stay patient, how can I need a situation? (Ooh)
I just played my role, but some niggas gotta go
'Cause my pocket's fucked up (Fucked up), I don't want more (Want more)
Something's gotta give, feel like I'm stuck
Fuck the club up, stay with my thugs
Please don't make the wrong moves 'cause my heart been cold
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-huh)
Don't know what to do
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-huh)
Don't know what to do
[Refrain: Don Toliver]
Silhouettes for the weekend
And you might just be my type
And I know just what you like, but I'm—
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-huh)
Don't know what to do
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-huh)
Don't know what to do
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