Why did we fall that evening?
Silhouettes for the evening
You might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh) (yeah)
Don't know what to do
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh) (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 it outside (uh-uh)
I, you better go hide (uh-uh)
Put it on her feet and I glide
Step with the three like Clyde
Slide, slide
We rock the cream on the pie
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 f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Woke up on the seventeenth
With them 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
Never thought T was a wreck
Put the ice T on your neck (neck)
When it go cold 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
Whoa (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Silhouettes for the weekend
And you might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
F*ck the club up
Still with my dogs
Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
WHAT TO DO? Video (MV)
Performed By: JACKBOYS
From Album: JACKBOYS
Written by: Caleb Toliver, Jacques Webster, James Austin Cyr, Julius Brown, Niv Kalisky, Sarah Elizabeth Schachner, Mike G. Dean
JACKBOYS - WHAT TO DO? Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Why did we fall that evening?
Silhouettes for the evening
You might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh) (yeah)
Don't know what to do
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh) (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 it outside (uh-uh)
I, you better go hide (uh-uh)
Put it on her feet and I glide
Step with the three like Clyde
Slide, slide
We rock the cream on the pie
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 f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Woke up on the seventeenth
With them 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
Never thought T was a wreck
Put the ice T on your neck (neck)
When it go cold 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
Whoa (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Silhouettes for the weekend
And you might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
F*ck the club up
Still with my dogs
Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Silhouettes for the evening
You might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh) (yeah)
Don't know what to do
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh) (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 it outside (uh-uh)
I, you better go hide (uh-uh)
Put it on her feet and I glide
Step with the three like Clyde
Slide, slide
We rock the cream on the pie
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 f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Woke up on the seventeenth
With them 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
Never thought T was a wreck
Put the ice T on your neck (neck)
When it go cold 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
Whoa (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Silhouettes for the weekend
And you might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
F*ck the club up
Still with my dogs
Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Still f*cked up
Still f*cked up (yeah)
Writer: Caleb Toliver, Jacques Webster, James Austin Cyr, Julius Brown, Niv Kalisky, Sarah Elizabeth Schachner, Mike G. Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
