Gotta stop getting fucked up
What did I have in my cup?
I don't know where I woke up
I keep on pressing my luck
I don't know where I woke up

Bitch, get it together bitch
You don't know who you went home with
(You went) home with again
Was he a friend?
Or a friend of a friend? (Was he a?)
Was he a four, or was he a ten? (I know)
And my momma wouldn't like it if she knew about (all my)
All my rendezvous and all my whereabouts (I keep on)
I keep on piling on bodies, on bodies, on bodies
Yeah you getting sloppy, girl

Gotta stop getting fucked up
What did I have in my cup?
I don't know where I woke up
I keep on pressing my luck
I don't know where I woke up

Let me rewind
I was with my girls
Started getting lit
Then I left my clique
I was in the back acting up
Don't remember what was in my cup
But I remember I was flying high (I was)
I was flying high (I was), I was flying high (I was)
I was seeing things like a sci-fi
Bitch, get it together bitch
You don't know who, who you went home with
Who you went home with again (home with)
I keep on piling on bodies, on bodies, on bodies
Yeah, you getting slopping, girl

Gotta stop getting fucked up (I know I)
What did I have in my cup? (Gotta stop, what did I have)
I don't know where I woke up (yeah, yeah)
I keep on pressing my luck (I keep on pressing my)
I don't know where I woke up

Gotta stop getting fucked up (I know, I know)
What did I have in my cup? (What did I)
I don't where I woke up (what did I have in my)
I keep on pressing my luck (I keep on pressing my)
I don't know where I woke up

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Writer(s): David M Weir II, Jazmine Sullivan