What to Do
JackBoys Lyrics
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Silhouettes for the evening
You might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up (uh-huh) (yeah)
Don't know what to do
Still fucked 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 fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked 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 fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked 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 fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Fuck the club up
Still with my dogs
Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Still fucked up
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up
Still fucked up (yeah)
The lyrics of the song "WHAT TO DO?" by JackBoys talk about being in a confused and inebriated state, trying to navigate through desires and impulses. The lyricist reflects on a night of debauchery and alcohol consumption, with the question of why they fell that evening hanging over them. The evening's events are ambiguous, but the silhouette imagery suggests a blurry sense of memory or incomplete understanding of what happened. The lyrics reference being at a club, feeling jealous, and nearly getting into trouble.
The chorus of the song repeats the line "Still fucked up, don't know what to do," emphasizing this sense of being lost and unsure of what steps to take next. The second verse references waking up on the seventeenth, with tattoos and fantasies running through the lyricist's mind. The song continues with references to different locations and people, but the overall theme remains that of being intoxicated and struggling to make sense of situations and emotions.
Overall, the lyrics of "WHAT TO DO?" capture the chaotic feelings of being drunk and disoriented, struggling to understand one's own desires and actions. The song's repetition of the phrase "Still fucked up" underscores this sense of confusion and disorientation, even as the singer moves through different locations and experiences.
Line by Line Meaning
Why did we fall that evening?
What led to the incident that evening?
Silhouettes for the evening
The ambiance of the evening
You might just be my type
You could be my ideal partner
And I know just what you like but I'm
I am aware of what you prefer, but
Still fucked up (yeah)
I am still struggling with my issues
Don't know what to do
I am unsure of how to deal with it
I woke up on the seventeenth
I became conscious on the 17th
Drunk as hell, you tellin' me
Intoxicated to a great extent, and someone is informing me
I was in the club, full of jealousy
I was at a club, experiencing jealousy
Damn near caught a felony
I almost committed a serious crime
One thing I know, two just wanna ride (uh-uh)
I am aware that two people just want to drive with me
I did it outside (uh-uh)
We had sex outside
I, you better go hide (uh-uh)
I suggest you hide
Put it on her feet and I glide
I put my tongue on her vagina and moved smoothly
Step with the three like Clyde
I walk like Clyde Drexler with a style of three-point step
Slide, slide
I easily move
We rock the cream on the pie
We show off our wealth
But that's my better side (yeah)
That is my good quality or aspect
I can't tell a lie (uh-uh)
I am not lying
This is televised (uh-uh)
This is filmed or broadcasted
You need better guys
You deserve a better partner
Woke up on the seventeenth
I became conscious on the 17th
With them tattoos, just is tellin' me
I woke up with tattoos suggesting me something
And them fantasies is outstandin' me
The fantasies are impressive to me
I'm only on the beat between 10 and 3
I am active only at night between 10 p.m. and 3 a.m.
Took you, move you outside to the West
I took you and moved you to the western area outdoors
Down Southside by the 'jects
Near the poorer southern part of the city
Tell me what a time, what a wreck
what an experience it was, what a disaster it was
Never let it down, never let
Do not let the mood go down
Always thought T was a rex
I thought T was a king
Never thought T was a wreck
I never thought T was a disaster
Put the ice T on your neck (neck)
Iced out T-shaped chain around your neck
When it go cold make you sweat
Make you feel hot when it is cold
Never let you go, never (go, go)
Never let you leave me
Never let you go, you the best
You are the perfect match for me, and I will never let you go
But never let it go to your head (no)
But do not get too arrogant about it
I always got control of the
I always have control over
Whoa (yeah)
An exclamation in response to unexpected or unbelievable news
Fuck the club up
Disrupt the club's calm atmosphere
Still with my dogs
Still with my friends
Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked
Do not make any wrong moves as I am in possession of a loaded weapon
Still fucked up
I am still struggling with my issues
Still fucked up (yeah)
I am still struggling with my issues
Still fucked up
I am still struggling with my issues
Still fucked up (yeah)
I am still struggling with my issues
Still fucked up
I am still struggling with my issues
Still fucked up (yeah)
I am still struggling with my issues
Still fucked up
I am still struggling with my issues
Still fucked up (yeah)
I am still struggling with my issues
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Caleb Toliver, Jacques Webster, James Austin Cyr, Julius Brown, Niv Kalisky, Sarah Elizabeth Schachner, Mike G. Dean
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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—
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do
[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
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-ie-ie
But that's my better side (Yeah)
I can't tell a lie (Uh-uh)
This is televised (Uh-uh)
You need better guys
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
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
Woah (Yeah)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
[Refrain: Don Toliver]
Silhouettes for the weekend
And you might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm—
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
[Bridge: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up
Still with my dawgs
Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked
@jarellhunte313
[Intro: Travis Scott]
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—
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do
[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
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-ie-ie
But that's my better side (Yeah)
I can't tell a lie (Uh-uh)
This is televised (Uh-uh)
You need better guys
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
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
Woah (Yeah)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
[Refrain: Don Toliver]
Silhouettes for the weekend
And you might just be my type
And I know just what you like but I'm—
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
[Bridge: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up
Still with my dawgs
Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)
Don't know what to do (Yeah)
[Outro: Travis Scott]
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)
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Travis Scott: What to do?
Don Toliver: No Idea
@ObitoUchiha-dr5px
underrated
@ale-lz4ui
LMAO
@ReallyCoolDickFace4477
I actually can’t say what the outcome will be....
@gi_yk638
Kkkkkkk
@hallelujahtv8112
He doesn’t know okay leave him alone😂😂😂
@damianbrown6418
This song is made for a night drive
Jacks on the loose
@slowstroker8669
Damian Brown drunk driving
@Chief944
Big fax
@damianbrown6418
Much rather get head rolling the streets with this song than to drive like a retard drunk as hell