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Drop City Yacht Club

Whatcha Gonna Do

 

Whatcha Gonna Do


[Guy Sebastian:]
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do now?
Hey-ey, ooo-ooo-oooh

[Drop City Yacht Club:]
Okay, I know that
My baby gone, but hopefully she know that
When the storm is over
She could always blow back
'Cause me and her, we go back
But right now it's like
We're taking polaroid pictures with a Kodak camera
Wait up, that don't make no sense
But neither does this or us
I guess it's all just a mystery
But now she got me wound up
Just like a pitcher be
Me, I'm a sucker for a curve ball
My homie's told me that
You're never gonna learn bruh
They're probably right
I been stuck for a while
And I never should've trust a big butt and a smile
I know (Know)
I should've listened when I could've
Now I'm on this park bench
Like I got stood up (Yeah)
I swear that love's for the birds
Would've wrote a letter
But I can't find the words to say

[Guy Sebastian:]
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do now?
Hey-ey, ooo-ooo-oooh

[Drop City Yacht Club:]
Yeah, table turned, lesson learned
Now I throw in a match
And watch the bridge burn
But I don't need an umbrella
'Cause the rain don't faze me
No more, so long, au revoir baby
Wicked game
Girl you tried to play me (You tried)
Deuces up, now you can't blame me
Thought you were a dime
But you're more like a quarterback
So you belong with the past
And I'm like, take a hike
I'ma be alright
It ain't fair, it ain't right
But I guess that that's just life
We went form a dream to a nightmare
Thought you were the one
But you make it quite clear (No)
Could've been, should've been
Now it's different from the outside looking in (Yeah)
I swear love's for the birds
So I wrote this letter with my middle finger up to say

[Guy Sebastian:]
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do now?
Hey-ey, ooo-ooo-oooh

Thought we had it baby
We were magic baby
Until you left me
Now I just don't know what to do
Remember when my arms were open?
But now my heart is frozen
But baby I'ma be cool
It's on to the next
'Cause I'ma get over you

Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do now?
Hey-ey, ooo-ooo-oooh

Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do
Now your baby's gone?
Whatcha gonna do now?
Hey-ey, ooo-ooo-oooh

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