This is a song about "The feels"

Pop me some swans for some patrician feels

In private, not public in the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Baby girl, tell me how my nature feels

And your performance is important when you use your faceay, she never used to be this way

Walk into the school, feels like a normal day, but than the principle stops me screamin hey,

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

It feels random all is undefined

Now walk to it with your land mind

In the morning, his body aches and his mind feels like going insane

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Half the time it feels like being hit with a puck