I Don't Want to Feel.
No, I don't want to feel
No, I don't want to feel
No, I don't want to feel...
It's the weekend
Fridays are at my place, watch games, I ain't leaving
I'm lazy, my brain is zombied, pot strains, my pain, crushed up, enflamed
Rolled up, inhaled, Green Games
I need a minute to think
Feels like I can't get a break
Gotta get what I can take
Live individual days, but
Live like you wish it to stay
'Cause if it ends when you make a mistake
You'll be pissed at your innocent grave
I need Love!
Girl, I need Love!
Girl, I need Love!
Girl, I need Love!
Yeah, I need Love.
Yeah, you... Yeah, from you
No, I don't want to feel! (Right!) (Hey!)
I'm just being real -- yeah...
I'm just being real -- yeah
I'm breaking it down, cuz
I'm breaking it down, 'cause...
(Yeah!)
Won't see a grin on this grim face
A different sinister image put in your landscape
My vision is spiritual lyricism is handshakes
Coming out the damn gate showing that I am great
The way that rhythms get illustrated and spammed
Take each syllable literally sniff for little details, wait
My prediction, thoughts delivered, y'all can figure it out
Y'all can listen, what's within it, make you cry or smile
I don't give a nothing about opposition fuck 'em
Here's a propositon y'all can stick my motherfucking middle one
Inside your gluteus maximus, who needs the back of their noggin glued to the back of the room
People gather to view you with laughter or excuse themselves to go puke and gag, you're a stupid bastard
So impudent, have to who would gather in a room to witness music filled with passion?
Beautiful but useless most would stick to jewelry, shoes and asses
Foolish, but screw it that's your opinion
Soon you'll wish you had a clue 'bout half the shit that I've been telling you
As it was happening, ooh I'm snapping, dude relax, nah I'm cool. Let me chat with them
'Cause most of them don't even have a clue of where their dads went
Handfuls of aspirin, hand me the napkins, Can't stop the tears from crashing, asthma acting up
My food coming back up; mood's going back down -- who's got the gas? (What?!)
No, I don't want to feel
No, I don't want to feel...
It's the weekend
Fridays are at my place, watch games, I ain't leaving
I'm lazy, my brain is zombied, pot strains, my pain, crushed up, enflamed
Rolled up, inhaled, Green Games
I need a minute to think
Feels like I can't get a break
Gotta get what I can take
Live individual days, but
Live like you wish it to stay
'Cause if it ends when you make a mistake
You'll be pissed at your innocent grave
I need Love!
Girl, I need Love!
Girl, I need Love!
Girl, I need Love!
Yeah, I need Love.
Yeah, you... Yeah, from you
No, I don't want to feel! (Right!) (Hey!)
I'm just being real -- yeah...
I'm just being real -- yeah
I'm breaking it down, cuz
I'm breaking it down, 'cause...
(Yeah!)
Won't see a grin on this grim face
A different sinister image put in your landscape
My vision is spiritual lyricism is handshakes
Coming out the damn gate showing that I am great
The way that rhythms get illustrated and spammed
Take each syllable literally sniff for little details, wait
My prediction, thoughts delivered, y'all can figure it out
Y'all can listen, what's within it, make you cry or smile
I don't give a nothing about opposition fuck 'em
Here's a propositon y'all can stick my motherfucking middle one
Inside your gluteus maximus, who needs the back of their noggin glued to the back of the room
People gather to view you with laughter or excuse themselves to go puke and gag, you're a stupid bastard
So impudent, have to who would gather in a room to witness music filled with passion?
Beautiful but useless most would stick to jewelry, shoes and asses
Foolish, but screw it that's your opinion
Soon you'll wish you had a clue 'bout half the shit that I've been telling you
As it was happening, ooh I'm snapping, dude relax, nah I'm cool. Let me chat with them
'Cause most of them don't even have a clue of where their dads went
Handfuls of aspirin, hand me the napkins, Can't stop the tears from crashing, asthma acting up
My food coming back up; mood's going back down -- who's got the gas? (What?!)
Credits
Writer(s): Despues Green
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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