[Hook]
\nWhat the fuck can I do?
\nWhat fuck- what fuck- what- what- what the fuck can I do?
\nWhat the fuck- what the fuck can I do?
\nWhat the fuck can I do?
\nWhat fuck- what fuck- what- what- what the fuck can I do?
\nWhat the fuck- what the fuck can I do?
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\n[Verse 1: DOWN6]
\nWhat the fuck can I do to paint the picture?
\nPortraying us as one that roamed 'til the grave
\nWhat the fuck can I do to fade that sinner
\nThat yapped at that hoe for a week with dismay?
\nRotate my sinister taste to be tame for the case
\nOf the one that done got the fuck away
\nI been staring at the clock and I’m lost in a fuckin' haze
\nOn your porch alive and rotten, I'm tossed out to decay
\nI mobbed out to your place with false doubt in the brain
\nCan’t log out, I need to relax and just face
\nThat you left out the house and after just two days
\nYou done finally snapped then passed and parted ways
\nI can't agree with that, release the past and grow to the even task
\nI been receiving ass to cope with the bitterness and legions past
\nThe key to now come beat the decent need to see the cast
\nThat's healing straight forever, can't replace you, can't fuckin' relieve it fast
\nYou're not ready for the lust that I'm really finna fuckin’ inject you with
\nGrowl up in the neck, a demon that’ll be defeating, what a little mess you is
\nTwist the motherfuckin' mind, bitch, you’re really mine, stuck up in a cage and shit
\nLast shorter then a vine, but you done climbed to be etched in bliss
\nTwo spheres in the bullseye, I smack through unmeasured
\nProof I been a known type, bitch cauterized and severed
\nToo weird for the dull kind, life motorized and clever
\nFreedom in this, I invoke rights, now the bolt tight forever
\nLook at the fucker that telling me shit when I move in the map
\nAnd I groove on the rhythm with soul when I snap with the sympathy
\nIn the beginning a feel of the negative energy, always ahead of me
\nLet it be 'phetamines, entering quick and you better be digging to fix it and bend the feign
\nTell 'em I'm sick of the pitiful meta feed
\nI been up wreaking to make it a better seat
\nI got the heart of a lover that better read sinners
\nI’d rather be deep in the shawty with physical merging of permanent remedies
\nI'm at the bottom, outliving extremities, no one is profiting off when I met her scene
\nOpen the letter of love and I'm feeling the pain with the prominent bitter pretending dreams
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\n[Hook]
\nWhat the fuck can I do?
\nWhat fuck- what fuck- what- what- what the fuck can I do?
\nWhat the fuck- what the fuck can I do?
\nWhat the fuck can I do? (Fuck can I do?)
\nWhat fuck- what fuck- what- what- what the fuck can I do? (What the fuck can I do?)
\nWhat the fuck- what the fuck can I do?
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\n[Verse 2: AFFRA]
\nI'm livin' by the solo motto, you could never play me
\nHad to pregame with the homie, I don't vibe with these bastards
\nStumblin' when I be drunk in the function, ready be hoppin' out black Mercedes
\nLookin' into what has made me, and now the name is AFFRA
\nSpell it with stuck on the caps, bitch, she catfish
\nI pass it to the homie for the head, that's a hat trick
\nAnd never the one to be cuffin' a bitch, I learned from past action
\nI make up for the past, I had to better the reaction
\nMyself, I be taxin', movin' with no traction
\nDealin' with the cards I'm dealt is what I end up stackin'
\nLive and learn, I listen motivated with a passion
\nTo be the one that's in a state of mending to attraction
\nI get to pickin' better for the one day, forward time into the Monday
\nKeepin it goin' 'til the Sunday, hopin' I'm keepin' a cycle one day
\nLivin' in sugar with the sun rays
\nWait a second, what the fuck was I gonna say? God, I'm flippin' like a fraction
\nWhat the fuck can I be doin'? I'm fakin the mood and they tellin' me that I'm rude
\nI cut up a tie, not be givin' a fuck about time again to bend the rules
\nLivin' the life and I wanna be livin', I'm stuck in past, I run away
\nCouldn't be takin' the pain to fade, I razor blade a painting, fuck a tool
\nGet the fuck out of it, gotta be kiddin' me
\nAll of my negative gonna be killin' me
\nLight a thought up in the head, I think I wanna add the fuel
\nLookin' back a bit ago, I'm taken 'back on what I do
\nGot two devils on my shoulders telling me to shut up, fool
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\n[Hook]
\nWhat the fuck can I do?
\nWhat fuck- what fuck- what- what- what the fuck can I do? (Fuck can I do?)
\nWhat the fuck- what the fuck can I do?
\nWhat the fuck can I do? (Fuck can I do?)
\nWhat fuck- what fuck- what- what- what the fuck can I do? (What the fuck can I do?)
\nWhat the fuck- what the fuck can I do?\n\n
