This is a song about "Feelins"

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

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

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

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

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

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