Feelings & Gold

Mixing up the feelings with the gold then
I don't wanna go
Stretched out
My emotions
I don't wanna blow
I don't even know
Why you wanna toast
Why you wanna hop
On my back?

Said you wanna go
But won't leave me lone
Yeah, Get it right back
To the right side
Yeah, Swervin on the gang
Yeah that's my slimes

All this for the rap shit
All this for the evening
I don't wanna go but
You insist on leaving

You ain't gonna reason
I don't wanna see then
You got lotta books
But I don't wanna
Read them

Tired of my problems
Wanna live again
But I can't even breathe
You just wanna be a friend now

Ain't tryna play pretend now
You wanna fix no bend now
You got a car no Benz now
I hop on it no trends now

So
(Oh, ohh oh)
Now you in
On my shit
When I start to win
(Oh oh oh)
Now I'm on top now
Finna clean the game like a mop now

Hold up, hold up
Cop now Paul Blart
Yeah, I got your girl fast
Bought her at the Walmart
Nah but I'm cappin but you know that I be flexin it
Got the money I'm investing it

And I know then, ain't talking slaves but I'm sold then
And I'm deadass, ain't talking graves but I sold then
And I'm dead fast, I'm talking bullet when I told them
I don't wanna go then
Mixing like the gold then

Mixing up the feelings with the gold then
I don't wanna go
Stretched out
My emotions
I don't wanna go
I don't even know
Why you wanna toast
Why you wanna hop
On my back?

Say you wanna go
But won't leave me lone
Yeah, get it right back
To the right side
Yeah, swervin on the gang
Yeah that's my slimes

All this for the rap shit
All this for the evening
I don't wanna go but
You insist on leaving

You ain't gonna reason
I don't wanna see then
You got lotta books
But I don't wanna
Read them

See bro
Punchin numbers like a
Cheat code
Back on top I won't delete those
Runnin summer
Imma cheat hoe
Yeah, rake in money Imma cheap hoe
Like Lebron you know I'm scoring it
I B-balling on this shit
So tell me who been scoring it

(Okay)
Mixing up the feelings with the gold then
I don't wanna go
Stretched out
My emotions
I don't wanna blow
I don't even know
While they wanna toast
While they wanna hop
On my back?

Mixing up the feelings with the gold then
I don't wanna go
Stretched out
My emotions
I don't wanna blow
I don't even know
Why you wanna toast
Why they wanna hop
On my back?

But these haters so mad
Looking for the times I lack
It's their dad
Because it doesn't exist
And I won't never miss
And the feeling is bliss
So glad

Said you wanna go
But won't leave me lone
Yeah, get it right back
To the right side
Yeah, swervin on the gang
Yeah that's my slimes

All this for the rap shit
All this for the evening
I don't wanna go but
You insist on leaving

You ain't gonna reason
I don't wanna see then
You got lotta books
But I don't wanna
Read them



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Writer(s): Emmett Johnson
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