USELESS FEELINGS

I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch
You the devil
Cut that bitch off!
(Don't call my phone, don't call my-, don't call my phone)

Don't know why so often I'm feelin' like I'm runnin' out of time
There ain't no telling what I'm thinkin' 'bout when I'm not high
Big baguettes, she keep on starin' and she might go blind
While you be worried 'bout that bitch I count the sack all night
Yeah, I go home, I get my dope half-price
I'm smokin' exotic, bitches throwin' ass on the private
Throwin' ass on the private

She like niggas with some monеy but I know she got a bag, too
Lately, I been thinkin' of anything I could use to rеplace you
I know that's fucked up, but I know you don't care
Smoke this big boofy blunt, take me way out of here

Yeah, I think I'm losin' all of my useless feelings
Bitch, I really need it, never seen that
Tie my demons up and leave 'em hangin' from the ceiling
Bitch, I really need, never seen, no

Don't know why so often I'm feelin' like I'm runnin' out of time
There ain't no telling what I'm thinkin' 'bout when I'm not high
Big baguettes, she keep on starin' and she might go blind
While you be worried 'bout that bitch I count the sack all night
Yeah, I go home, I get my dope half-price
I'm smokin' exotic, bitches throwin' ass on the private
Throwin' ass on the private

Yeah, I think I'm losin' all of my useless feelings
Bitch, I really need it, never seen that
Tie my demons up and leave 'em hangin' from the ceiling
Bitch, I really need, never seen, no

I'm smokin' exotic, bitches throwin' ass on the private
Throwin' ass on the private



Credits
Writer(s): Danny Snodgrass, John Luther, Terrence Wilson, Danny Jenrette
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