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Wake up by the couch in the same damn clothes, I'm too fucked up [?], drinks [?], while decline 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 Patron Passed out on the floor Baby went through my phone What's goin' on, wit' 'em, wit' 'em, wit' 'em Call me up, can't lie, no way Find the truth now she on my case Try to blame it on the D'usse [?] Ciroc, 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- And 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 SongtexteSo tell me, what's goin' on? Had too much Patron 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 wit' my boo She don't wanna love and I lied too Tell her I'ma change and I try to But it's the wrong time wit' the right dude I see it in my future, I could ice you Put somethin' on your finger that excite you Off the Henny, ain't no tellin' what I might do The bottle always hit me 'fore the night do Aus Songtexte Mania