Aye Aye
Yeah
Bring me back to what I was feeling
Coming at you live and direct
Through the bloody nose
Just bring me back, just bring me back
Just bring me back to what I was feeling
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings
Ain't nobody here to heal you!
Talk that talk, Got damn that shit is hard!
Ha ha ha haaah!
Just bring me back to what I was feelin' (Aye-aye captain)
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings (Aye-aye captain)
Ain't nobody here to heal you
And no, bitch, we don't feel you
Yo
I give life to the people that surround me
Not the quicker picker-upper, but I got a bounty
I can feel you breathin' when the heir is on my shoulder
Sorry, I just didn't know you knew a thing about me
Pump the repetition 'til I get out all the crazy
Open up my closet and I see a person frightened
Grab him by the collar, throw him into the Mercedes
With a super groovy record and a little time for Daisy
I don't focus on the gravy, I focus on the potato
Never scared this thot'll leave, I'll just fuck with Play-Doh
Never there, you ought to be when I'mma be on stage though
'Cause I rip the mic the way I rip the panties from your ankles
I've been giggity since I was old enough to take a piss by myself, shit
Every time I got suspended, this was my outlet
Understand the music like I understand the women
I'm seducin' every rhythm and I rip up her outfit
Pay who I gotta pay
Say what I gotta say
Makin' a little cream, and
Blowin' it all away
I'm choking on the chain
I'm bitin' through the lock
When they gun me down, make sure the truth is on my rock
Just bring me back to what I was feelin' (Aye-aye captain)
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings (Aye-aye captain)
Ain't nobody here to heal you
And no, bitch, we don't feel you! (Certainly not, bitch!)
Just bring me back to what I was feelin' (Aye-aye captain)
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings (Aye-aye captain)
Ain't nobody here to heal you
And no, bitch, we don't feel you
See
I'm at the awkward age I should get a real job
An ugly wife, coupons that I can get deals off
A 9-5 I hate so much I can't feel love
And relatives at family reunions talkin' my ear off
Shut up
Did I explain how I feel
Yeah you hate yourself, I don't see how you faking it still
Work a job that make you sick, just to pay for your pills
See there's a reason that I only got one name in my will
Shields
On my spine, strong as Neil on my grind
Bitch I'm years from my time, but still feel I'm behind
Steel on my side, wheels on my mind
Got the peel on the rind
Got the real underlined, fuck 'em
Just bring me back to what I was feelin' (Aye-aye captain)
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings (Aye-aye captain)
Ain't nobody here to heal you
And no, bitch, we don't feel you! (Certainly not, bitch!)
Just bring me back to what I was feelin' (Aye-aye captain)
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings (Aye-aye captain)
Ain't nobody here to heal you
And no, bitch, we don't feel you!
"Where did they run?"
Said the man with a gun
I said "I got no idea man I'm just handlin' funds"
He said that I better talk, 'less I'm here to get stung
And so I rolled him up a fatty, said "I'm here to have fun"
Work work work work work, that shit no one does
That's why everybody's workin' a job no one loves
You could easily divide everybody I despise and idolize in one word; overcome
You and your lady are only talkin' over coffee
When me and your lady talkin' tho it's over cum
Spittin' rhythm with the women whippin' on a trolley
Visualizin' a time where violence is overrun
Still don't know what the 9-5ers hope to find
It's like they get the picture, but don't see the whole design
They turning 60 and then wonder what happened to life
I guess it's the price, of never havin' an open mind
But no time to blow your mind, I'm blowin' mine
Lookin' at the road ahead, that's an open drive
Bigger victories'll only happen overtime
Trust me, your gears are gettin' rusty when you slow the grind
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings
Ain't nobody here to heal you
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings
Ain't nobody here to heal you
Nah, look
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back, please bring me back
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back
Bring me back to what I was feeling
Coming at you live and direct
Through the bloody nose
Just bring me back, just bring me back
Just bring me back to what I was feeling
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings
Ain't nobody here to heal you!
Talk that talk, Got damn that shit is hard!
Ha ha ha haaah!
Just bring me back to what I was feelin' (Aye-aye captain)
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings (Aye-aye captain)
Ain't nobody here to heal you
And no, bitch, we don't feel you
Yo
I give life to the people that surround me
Not the quicker picker-upper, but I got a bounty
I can feel you breathin' when the heir is on my shoulder
Sorry, I just didn't know you knew a thing about me
Pump the repetition 'til I get out all the crazy
Open up my closet and I see a person frightened
Grab him by the collar, throw him into the Mercedes
With a super groovy record and a little time for Daisy
I don't focus on the gravy, I focus on the potato
Never scared this thot'll leave, I'll just fuck with Play-Doh
Never there, you ought to be when I'mma be on stage though
'Cause I rip the mic the way I rip the panties from your ankles
I've been giggity since I was old enough to take a piss by myself, shit
Every time I got suspended, this was my outlet
Understand the music like I understand the women
I'm seducin' every rhythm and I rip up her outfit
Pay who I gotta pay
Say what I gotta say
Makin' a little cream, and
Blowin' it all away
I'm choking on the chain
I'm bitin' through the lock
When they gun me down, make sure the truth is on my rock
Just bring me back to what I was feelin' (Aye-aye captain)
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings (Aye-aye captain)
Ain't nobody here to heal you
And no, bitch, we don't feel you! (Certainly not, bitch!)
Just bring me back to what I was feelin' (Aye-aye captain)
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings (Aye-aye captain)
Ain't nobody here to heal you
And no, bitch, we don't feel you
See
I'm at the awkward age I should get a real job
An ugly wife, coupons that I can get deals off
A 9-5 I hate so much I can't feel love
And relatives at family reunions talkin' my ear off
Shut up
Did I explain how I feel
Yeah you hate yourself, I don't see how you faking it still
Work a job that make you sick, just to pay for your pills
See there's a reason that I only got one name in my will
Shields
On my spine, strong as Neil on my grind
Bitch I'm years from my time, but still feel I'm behind
Steel on my side, wheels on my mind
Got the peel on the rind
Got the real underlined, fuck 'em
Just bring me back to what I was feelin' (Aye-aye captain)
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings (Aye-aye captain)
Ain't nobody here to heal you
And no, bitch, we don't feel you! (Certainly not, bitch!)
Just bring me back to what I was feelin' (Aye-aye captain)
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings (Aye-aye captain)
Ain't nobody here to heal you
And no, bitch, we don't feel you!
"Where did they run?"
Said the man with a gun
I said "I got no idea man I'm just handlin' funds"
He said that I better talk, 'less I'm here to get stung
And so I rolled him up a fatty, said "I'm here to have fun"
Work work work work work, that shit no one does
That's why everybody's workin' a job no one loves
You could easily divide everybody I despise and idolize in one word; overcome
You and your lady are only talkin' over coffee
When me and your lady talkin' tho it's over cum
Spittin' rhythm with the women whippin' on a trolley
Visualizin' a time where violence is overrun
Still don't know what the 9-5ers hope to find
It's like they get the picture, but don't see the whole design
They turning 60 and then wonder what happened to life
I guess it's the price, of never havin' an open mind
But no time to blow your mind, I'm blowin' mine
Lookin' at the road ahead, that's an open drive
Bigger victories'll only happen overtime
Trust me, your gears are gettin' rusty when you slow the grind
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings
Ain't nobody here to heal you
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings
Ain't nobody here to heal you
Nah, look
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back, please bring me back
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back to what I was feelin'
Just bring me back
Credits
Writer(s): James Fasulo
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