I could feel bad, check
I could feel
What am I to do?
With 30 bad b*****s and we got 4 rooms
I don’t trust them and I don’t trust the news
Y’all got me confused
I hop in that traffic, I head to your room
I’m sick of talking about ya other dude
It’s something like movies, cause I’m coming soon
You know what to do
You know what to do
Yeah, If you want war I could give it
If you want more I could get it up
Back as sophomores in your civic
Now all these tours got me slippin up
I don’t want more of these b*****s
I done found one who gon listen up
These days I’m tired of thinkin, my body
So tired of drinking, I’m prolly
On the verge of breaking ohh
And these lames wanna test me, and I’ll prolly
Catch bodies, your problems, don’t sweat me no
Go and pass it up
You know that ***** down and turnt as ****
And I got you right, right down to show me love
So show me love
What am I to do
When I’m out of Cali she don’t have a clue
I can’t feel bad no it's just what I do
I say what am I to do
When I need the balance I get in the mood
No I can’t feel bad no it’s just what I do