This is a song about "Feelins"

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Ill minded disguise of feelins put into words but what u spit mke me want to hural but

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Why you ignorin these feelins between us, must be that "l" word