This is a song about "Your feeling"

It’s just that feeling when your blood pumps straight to your heart,

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Dream of going back ain't getting your classic cause these days i am feeling back in

Lately i been feeling your hate like the sun,

After the club, gettin you open

Feeling tired, feeling colder

And i just want to hold her

I aint feeling your shit and i swear i was trying,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Cause the feeling i get when i look into your eyes,

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms