For real niggas who ain't got no feelings
Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks
Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/
Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick
That i got feelings for her but i know she doesn't
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit
And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,
A whore is someone who want money for sex
And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets
If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things
Out of this coviction of feelings
Look the mastermind, took the masters mind
I scream at night for someone to find
And you're waiting for someone to come and pick you up/
I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup
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