What Am I To Do

I could feel bad, check

I could feel

What am I to do?

With 30 bad bitches and we got four 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 your other dude

It's something like movies, 'cause I'm coming soon

You know what to do

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 bitches

I done found one who gon' listen up

These days, I'm tired of thinkin' my body

So tired of drinkin', I'm prolly

On the verge of breaking, oh

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 bitch down and turnt as fuck

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

But 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

I can't feel bad, no, it's just what I do