Slaughterhouse - Walk Of Shame

[Hook] 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. [Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”] Six in the morning, don’t even know your name Even though I’m glad that you came, I’m sorry, but (you gotta move) 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, you special but would you… And even though I feel you fly My incidental bill’s too high (Sorry, you got to go) Here, put my number in your phone so we can talk again That walk to the lobby you got, we call that the walk of shame I don’t know what room Joey’s in, or where’s your friend I don’t know your friend, no offense but [Hook] [Verse 2: Crooked I] It all started when she stuck out her rear top I got it to her, but she getting dug out up here 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 fed her a squirrel breakfast, she left with a pearl necklace That big old ass had to be felt on Or else it’s 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) [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Cab on speed dial, I ain’t with devotion Ain’t buying what you’re selling, nah I ain’t drinking the potion Plan like anything slow motion But a sweet baby Jesus when the frank’s in the ocean I don’t know magic tricks, but you’ll see plenty soon Amazing how good one night stand 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 a key to the crib You can be my wife for a hour get me in your rib But then you (gotta go) And this party ain’t unusual She's sorry she came, I’m sorry it’s not mutual [Hook] [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] Yeah, last night was fun But that look like the sun, so yeah, last night is done (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 a dime 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 I’mma get with you Now where the fuck is this missing shoe? (You gotta go) When I go in tour I find me a ho 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 the words of Martin: you ain't gotta go home [Hook]