Lyrics:
mix was a damn lie
cuz I can take this Pyrex and make a damn pie
Take it out and let the tan dry
I look around like shit I got it locked by a landslide
nearly missed by 1/4th
Before you go can you come say by one more
Start too feel and really wanna make a run for it
If you ever broke my heart id be done
all my might
Ooh, to have you
Now Im here all alone
I wait here by the phone
To have you
Ho, it really makes me wanna freak, oh
My
it
I'm gonna make it when I see you smile baby
It feels so good I'm gonna make it
I'm gonna make it when you spend a little time with me
'Cause it
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I feel good now (Feel good)
Feel good, feel good, ah ah, feel good
Don’t you wanna feel good? (Feel good
Mexico know it's a body
Scooter in here with the zombies
Gucci get out, it's a problem
I might take Quentin to Follies
You hate your life, just be
you die hard
Tried to step to us
We'll make you walk the whole nine yards
I be much a good a pulp fiction
I'll break up and blitz evidence
There's sin
goddamnit
You can learn a lot when I'm speaking the truth
They cut me off quick if I start reaching the youth
I feel famished, fuck a damn sandwich
If I wanna
just wanna make this music
Its therapy not too sick
Thank you for making me a solo dancing with you was soo lit
Irrelevant you spit bars so fast so good
on my phone
Got no time to entertain ya' folks
Leave me the fuck alone
Takes a lot to knock me off
Good-luck when I'm in the zone
How you gonna say you
Whether wheels of steel or reel to reel
G Rap will make you feel the real deal
I usually rap hardcore and I know
That y'all thinking am I somehow
the IG proof of my ID
I'm most likely wearing shoes made by Nike
I gotta be comfortable up in this amusement park
Zombies on roller blades scare you in
go
Got my eyes closed and I'm bumpin' stereo
Tell me where you wanna be
Dropping mad beats up on MTV
Trying to get high hit a new feelin'
Only few feel
, like I'm not good enough
You make me feel unwanted, unwelcome and unloved
You're selfish, vain and greedy; you're hateful, rude and rough
And you
of life make a person
Harder than the concrete
God please,
Is this what you meant by a revival?
Running from my death,
Is there a reason I'm alive though?
I
a friend
Back then we was balling out now homie is floppin' on meds
Pray he playing pretend
But you know that game never end
Big city make you feel small
Do
Uh Uh
The way
You
Do
The way
You do
Uh Uh Uh
Nobody makes me feel
The way
You do
Nobody makes me feel
The way
You
Do
Yeah
The Way You Do
Nobody
Sometimes I'll push you around, but you know it always leaves
Sometimes it'll make you feel down, but knowing sets your free
(Turn up the stereo)
(Wake up
done me dirty
When you see my queen bow and curtsy,
I know she feel though she tell her friends oo that’s my baby on the stereo,
I see her cheering
2)
Now before I get up in the mix let me run em' all down how I get down
I be one of a kind every mankind will you find of mine
That so sick like
let's go plug a hand granade
Thank you boss for Red Cross
Apreciate good will
No no no, stomach for our loss
Yeah yeah yeah, I feel quite ill
let's go plug a hand grenade
Thank you boss for Red Cross
Apreciate good will
No no no, stomach for our loss
Yeah yeah yeah, I feel quite ill
Vanessa
Play that song that I love by the Zombies
Cause it feels so good to have you right here by me
Because you will always know me better than I
tryna make some heat
So all u muthafuckas can smell my feet
They look at me crazy, like bitch what you want?
(Fuck is good nigga)
You say that you fresh,
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