FEELINGS (feat. Kie Artiste & Erica James)
Atlanta Mae
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He don't wanna talk That's just how it is He just wanna fade Get in the biz And I'd give it up So f*ck your feelings yea yea Just f*ck how you feel He don't wanna talk That's just how it is He just wanna fade Get in the biz And I'd give it up So f*ck your feelings yea yea Just f*ck how you feel Boy all up in my phone Know that he can't leave me alone You know Once that celly gets flicked Know he's all stuck under his bitch Little yattys love cap Drank too much And affi get slapped Way too hype Your stuntin on gas Off you run Cah you met your match Chatting waas like your dude You and him know how fi get rude Ima swing thing 1 and thing 2 Who goes first I'll let you guys choose Take two steps But you know you'll lose Trace your steps Like it's the blues clues Lost effect I am so amused Chat so much don't try to refute Hot burning ears Who you ah talk bout Him can't steer But him wan fi drive out It's the time of the year For him to drop out And you know I'm Hiroshima Detonate me Till I bomb on ya feelings Losing heat And you're the reason, ey Bad man when him talk You can see seh him a madman Front load with the shotta In a back hand An him suppose seh him Walk with a strap, huh So don't go frontin uno chat man Cah when him give yuh You nuh wanna take it back fam Bombaclartin what ya done done Cah yuh nuh know seh him Walk with a shotgun He don't wanna talk That's just how it is He just wanna fade Get in the biz And I'd give it up So f*ck your feelings yea yea Just f*ck how you feel He don't wanna talk That's just how it is He just wanna fade Get in the biz And I'd give it up So f*ck your feelings yea yea Just f*ck how you feel True say Man a walk with a shotgun Better not think I'll stay Cos he handsome People a talk but when it's time There's no action Don't be surprised City girls when we act up A bag a lie With the truth just a fraction He's bum he's a fraud he's a actor He's playing games like I won't notice if I'm yakked huh Like wait a minute I think this nigga got me fucked up Pot luck you done met your match Top trumps Tut tut That's a lame sounding answer Nah nah you gone kill me With the laughter I'll tell you what F*ck your feelings is my mantra Bad man when him talk You can see seh him a madman Front load with the shotta In a back hand An him suppose seh him Walk with a strap, huh So don't go frontin uno chat man Cah when him give yuh You nuh wanna take it back fam Bombaclartin what ya done done Cah yuh nuh know seh him Walk with a shotgun He don't wanna talk That's just how it is He just wanna fade Get in the biz And I'd give it up So f*ck your feelings yea yea Just f*ck how you feel He don't wanna talk That's just how it is He just wanna fade Get in the biz And I'd give it up So f*ck your feelings yea yea Just f*ck how you feel F*ck how you feel How about you keep it real See me I Most can't see me like CGI Make I jump out my clothes Spend the night alone Cloud up the ozone Or fruit ninja on my phone Lift that rabbit higher place it Right between my toes Zzz zzz Wake me up before you go go Raised by a Queen Gold sippie cup in my cradle Hood Mona Lisa cleared cheques 0 0 0s TV cheques heavy on back Quasimodo Atlanta to Qatar Drill beats to my guitar Erica a Star, and Atlanta Mae She set the bar Stay in your hair like a tick And bald you like Nair Street but sweet chicks over here take your man and side dick quick Like whoa, just like Mya I'm the Black Messiah Atlanta's the Sire Pen never tires Pockets never retire Heavy, hefty These London chicks Are on fire, Whoa Bad man when him talk You can see seh him a madman Front load with the shotta In a back hand An him suppose seh him Walk with a strap, huh So don't go frontin uno chat man Cah when him give yuh You nuh wanna take it back fam Bombaclartin what ya done done Cah yuh nuh know seh him Walk with a shotgun He don't wanna talk That's just how it is He just wanna fade Get in the biz And I'd give it up So f*ck your feelings yea yea Just f*ck how you feel He don't wanna talk That's just how it is He just wanna fade Get in the biz And I'd give it up So f*ck your feelings yea yea Just f*ck how you feel
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Written by: Atlanta Crawford, Erica Ikpoh
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