[Chorus: Potsu]
Feels right
But I'm so confused
And it feels like
I'm in love with you
In the moonlight
You're my perfect view
Gotta hang tight
While I swing this groove
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah

[Verse 1: Rav]
Aye, What am I 'posed to do?
I remember when you treated me like grocery food
Now your boy trip and miss and land in oyster soup
Fresh up out the fuckin' kitchen to a gorgeous view
Scorch the booth
Other rappers froze and truly gross, with no flavor to hold on to
So I ain't even got to work my moves
Cuz shit y'all, yeah, ya boy's still cute, Ouran High School, ha!
(R-A-V)
R-A-V with the recipe, preach and it reach so heavenly
People were sleepin' on me very heavily
Keep me fully bringing heat till I'm giving my anemones, yuh
Let me talk my shit for the one time, hol' up
Give me respect and fetch my soda!
Where's the fuckin' shrimp I ordered?
Bring me my dinner and flora, ha!
[Chorus:Potsu]
Feels right
But I'm so confused
And it feels like
I'm in love with you
In the moonlight
You're my perfect view
Gotta hang tight
While I swing this groove
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I supposed to do? Yeah
What am I-

*Record cuts*

[Verse 2, unreleased]
Been a little minute since I switched my style
On you motherfuckers trying to twist my dial, wow
Still don't fit profiles
Why y'all washed up?
Better get y'all's towels, bow
Kid still ripped, no doubt
Coming from the heart, finna rip y'all's out
EXO on my back
If their getting goes south, then we're getting flows out, putting prince in your couch, ha
(RAV!)
Feel insecure with no instant cure
But rest assured, I'mma get my bag
Keep my enemies fewer and my friends fewer
If you think me immature, you can kiss my ass
Yo, let me talk my shit for the one time, hol' up
Give me my check, my bread, my quota!
Get keyed in like Sora
To my opposition's horror