Lyrics:

You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
That way.
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
Walk of shame.
Six in the morning, don’t even know your name,
Although I’m glad that you came, I’m sorry, but you got to go.
Instead of trying to parler, why don’t you make like heaven’s having a soiree?
The party’s up. You gotta go.
No disrespect to you, I just met you, splash should with you.
And even though I feel you fly, my accidental bill is too high,
Sorry, you got to go.
You put my number in your phone so we can talk again,
Now walk to the lobby, you got, we call that the walk of shame.
I don’t know what room Joey’s in, nor where’s your friend,
I don’t know your friend, no offence, but
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
That way.
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
Walk of shame.
It all started when she stuck out her rear top,
I got it to her, but she getting thug out of pear
It felt like we could have hung out a year,
But I was thinking with my dick, now bitch get the fuck out of here.
I’m sorry that I did your girl reckless,
I felt it at square breakfast she left with a pearl necklace.
That big old ass had a default on it,
Else is just a waste, like the space, I put my belt on.
Now tell me what the hell is wrong,
Fed with your ex, you get sex and get mailed home.
Thug niffled and told her to go that way
Then I send that bitch a smiley face,
Bitches love a smiley face.
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
That way.
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
Walk of shame.
Cab boy speed down, I ain’t with devotion,
Ain’t buying what you’re selling,
I ain’t drinking your potion.
Plan the game in slow motion, but sweet baby Jesus when a friend said ‘oh, shit’.
I don’t know magic tricks, but you’ll see plenty soon,
Amazing how could one night standing in this empty room
She got call me and on she ate her breakfast,
I tell her role playing, be avoided with the exit.
No, you don’t get the key to the crib,
You can be my wife or other way, get me in your rib.
But then you gotta go
And this party ain’t unusual, she sorry she came,
I’m sorry, it’s not mutual.
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
That way.
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
Walk of shame.
Yeah, last night was fun, but that look like the sun,
So, yeah, last night is done and now you gotta go.
I know, I’m sad, too, don’t forget your earrings
Oh, these ain’t yours? My bad, but here’s your bag, boo.
You gotta go.
Your hair looks fine, I swear, your hair looks fine,
Plus, nobody care, you’re a dumb, but look at the time, girl,
You gotta go.
I got shit to do, but next time I’m in town you got my word,
Imma get with you.
Now where the fuck is this missing shoe? You gotta go.
When I go in tour I find me a hoe, for sure,
With open jaws and cute knees that both go on floors
Ginas in pants, I ain’t try to be cold, but in a worlds of Martin
You ain’t gotta go home, boy.
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
That way.
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
Walk of shame.