Feel Bad (feat. Lxst Boy & Senzu ¥)

And shorty I feel bad I didn't ever wanna, I didn't ever wanna Do that Say you love me Well then, baby girl, you gotta Prove that Talking shit, then I'll beat his ass Getting money, yeah that cold cash Hand me the blunt, hand me the blunt, hand me the blunt And shorty I feel bad I didn't ever wanna, I didn't ever wanna Do that Say you love me Well then, baby girl, you gotta Prove that Talking shit, then I'll beat his ass Getting money, yeah that cold cash Hand me the blunt, hand me the blunt, hand me the blunt Hand me the blunt and I light it up Give me a beat and I fuck it up Give me a feat, Imma murder ya Talking that shit, I ain't heard of ya And shorty, I know I did you wrong And that's why I put it in a song Oh darling, I feel bad, you know I'll never hurt you, oh no But baby, it's getting so old And I've been feeling so cold I wanna talk, so tell me the deal What do you think and how do you feel I'm out of time, I'm out of my mind So baby Tell me what's real Yeah I just need somebody I can trust and I can talk to Maybe I'm alone in my brain when it's us two Fighting all night, but it'll be alright, so I just wanna fight, but right, right by your side Yeah Hand me the blunt and I spaz out Hop in the car and I crash out This ain't a way to be living now But I'm achieving my dreams now Yeah I'm just tryna pass the time Shorty so fine Shorty, she a dime And shorty I feel bad I didn't ever wanna, I didn't ever wanna Do that Say you love me Well then, baby girl, you gotta Prove that Talking shit, then I'll beat his ass Getting money, yeah that cold cash Hand me the blunt, hand me the blunt, hand me the blunt And shorty I feel bad I didn't ever wanna, I didn't ever wanna Do that Say you love me Well then, baby girl, you gotta Prove that Talking shit, then I'll beat his ass Getting money, yeah that cold cash Hand me the blunt, hand me the blunt, hand me the blunt Don't hand me that shit, I can't control myself no longer I know how it feels, babe Been three weeks since I've been damn clean Don't look at me, I am a fiend, babe Losing track of time I don't even eat Nah I barely even sleep, babe I said things that I don't mean, babe Promise me you'll never leave me If you leave, then I lose my safe space Don't know what I'd do without you Don't know how to be on my own yeah I don't wanna learn how to I did you wrong, but I I'll do you right this time I'm so emotional But I hate to fucking cry Shorty, I feel bad I ain't living, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying I feel bad Don't you get too attached I might peel back All the layers I hold All this loneliness is getting on me Making me feel cold And shorty I feel bad I didn't ever wanna, I didn't ever wanna Do that Say you love me Well then, baby girl, you gotta Prove that Talking shit, then I'll beat his ass Getting money, yeah that cold cash Hand me the blunt, hand me the blunt, hand me the blunt