I Feel Like Baby
I feel like baby, baby, baby
Call me baby
Call 100, i made it
Try to talk to my lady
I miss my baby, baby, baby
Driving me Crazy
Im talking to my old lady
In my head i think that i made it
I think we made it, made it, made it
Driving me crazy
In my head i think i made it
Still going crazy
I feel like baby, baby, baby
I feel like baby
Drive around the city sun shading
Like we made it, made it, made it
I wake up every morn with no sunshine
Dont step on the front porch
Im alone, imma getting real cold on the outside, somebody please help mine!
Imma put it in they're heads, imma put it in they're heads
Imma put it in they're throats till they're faces turn read
You can call that a headline
These are bed rhymes for your bedtime
Imma turn a good time into bad time
Ooh, Ooh
I wana be wrapped in gold
I dont wana be trapped and cold
I wana be strapped and old
Ooh, No
I never hold back or fold
I only hold back when told
Thats code
I feel like baby, baby, baby
Call me baby
Call 100, i made it
Try to talk to my lady
I miss my baby, baby, baby
Driving me Crazy
Im talking to my old lady
In my head i think that i made it
I think we made it, made it, made it
Driving me crazy
In my head i think i made it
Still going crazy
I feel like baby, baby, baby
I feel like baby
Drive around the city sun shading
Like we made it, made it, made it
Call me baby
Call 100, i made it
Try to talk to my lady
I miss my baby, baby, baby
Driving me Crazy
Im talking to my old lady
In my head i think that i made it
I think we made it, made it, made it
Driving me crazy
In my head i think i made it
Still going crazy
I feel like baby, baby, baby
I feel like baby
Drive around the city sun shading
Like we made it, made it, made it
I wake up every morn with no sunshine
Dont step on the front porch
Im alone, imma getting real cold on the outside, somebody please help mine!
Imma put it in they're heads, imma put it in they're heads
Imma put it in they're throats till they're faces turn read
You can call that a headline
These are bed rhymes for your bedtime
Imma turn a good time into bad time
Ooh, Ooh
I wana be wrapped in gold
I dont wana be trapped and cold
I wana be strapped and old
Ooh, No
I never hold back or fold
I only hold back when told
Thats code
I feel like baby, baby, baby
Call me baby
Call 100, i made it
Try to talk to my lady
I miss my baby, baby, baby
Driving me Crazy
Im talking to my old lady
In my head i think that i made it
I think we made it, made it, made it
Driving me crazy
In my head i think i made it
Still going crazy
I feel like baby, baby, baby
I feel like baby
Drive around the city sun shading
Like we made it, made it, made it
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Michel
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