[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 [bad word]  now [bad word] get the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] is wrong
 Fed with your ex, you get  and get mailed home
 Thug niffled and told her to go that way
Then I send that [bad word] a smiley face  [bad word] 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 [bad word] to do but next time I’m in town you got my word
 I’mma get with you
 Now where the [bad word] 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]