WHAT TO DO?

[Intro: Travis Scott] Why do we fall at evening? Silhouettes for the evening You might just be my type And I know just what you like, but I'm— [Chorus: Travis Scott] Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-huh, yeah) Don't know what to do Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-huh, yeah) Don't know what to do [Verse 1: Don Toliver & Travis Scott] 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 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 Step with the three like Clyde, slide, slide We rock the cream on the pie-ie-ie But that's my better side (Yeah) I can't tell a lie (Uh-huh) This is televised (Uh-huh) You need better guys (I'm tellin' ya) [Chorus: Travis Scott] Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-huh) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-huh) Don't know what to do (Yeah) [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Woke up on the seventeenth With new tattoos, just is tellin' me And them fantasies is outstandin' me I'm only on the beat between 10 and 3 Took you, move you outside to the West Down Southside by the 'jects Tell me what a time, what a wreck Never let it down, never let Always thought T was a rex (Rex) Never thought T was a wreck Put the ice T on your neck (Neck) When the coco make you sweat Never let you go, never (Go, go) Never let you go, you the best But never let it go to your head (No) I always got control of the Woah (Yeah) [Chorus: Travis Scott] Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-huh) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-huh) Don't know what to do (Yeah) [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: Travis Scott] Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-huh) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-huh) Don't know what to do (Yeah) [Bridge: Sheck Wes] Fuck the club up, still with my dogs Please don't make the wrong moves 'cause my weapon cocked [Chorus: Travis Scott] Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-huh) Don't know what to do (Yeah) Still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up (Uh-huh) Don't know what to do (Yeah) [Outro: Travis Scott] Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)