Feel Something
Do ya? Do ya? Wanna feel something?
(She said)
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Wanna feel something?
This feeling never seems to last, outta gas
When I'm coming down she give me brain blast
Mind right, mind right, I need to get my mother fuckin mind right!
Upright, dozin off, had a long flight
You just sit tight, we'll ll be alright
Smashin through your walls I think I'm All Might
I can see success, I feel so fly
Wide eyed, she pointin at the capsules
Time to hit the shit, now my cup is looking half full
It's time to break the lines and blur the rules
Peeling through the atmosphere... no roof
Do ya? Do ya? Wanna feel something?
(She said)
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Wanna feel something?
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Think we've got something?
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?
Layin down now... My head spinnin
I don't know why... The rooms drippin
Feeble niggas always gonna stay trippin
Flowin through the haze... I don't need permission
If you a mirage you get no attention
Molecules send her through dimensions
A place where she gets love and affection
I can't really... Really read her
There's a... bad connection
Rollin in the deep, tide so steep
She's the type that a nigga wanna keep
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Think we've got something?
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Wanna feel something?
She passed me the pills, then I started drifting
Yelling over here, but nobody ever listens
I got two minutes before this shit kicks in
After that I don't know if I'll come back
(She said)
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Wanna feel something?
This feeling never seems to last, outta gas
When I'm coming down she give me brain blast
Mind right, mind right, I need to get my mother fuckin mind right!
Upright, dozin off, had a long flight
You just sit tight, we'll ll be alright
Smashin through your walls I think I'm All Might
I can see success, I feel so fly
Wide eyed, she pointin at the capsules
Time to hit the shit, now my cup is looking half full
It's time to break the lines and blur the rules
Peeling through the atmosphere... no roof
Do ya? Do ya? Wanna feel something?
(She said)
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Wanna feel something?
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Think we've got something?
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?
Layin down now... My head spinnin
I don't know why... The rooms drippin
Feeble niggas always gonna stay trippin
Flowin through the haze... I don't need permission
If you a mirage you get no attention
Molecules send her through dimensions
A place where she gets love and affection
I can't really... Really read her
There's a... bad connection
Rollin in the deep, tide so steep
She's the type that a nigga wanna keep
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Think we've got something?
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Wanna feel something?
She passed me the pills, then I started drifting
Yelling over here, but nobody ever listens
I got two minutes before this shit kicks in
After that I don't know if I'll come back
Credits
Writer(s): Chazeray Briscoe
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