The Chills

I swear to God I don't even know what to say
I really did miss y'all though
Didn't think I would, but I did
It's Werfmor music
Produced by Julius
Jamall Ray, let's go

So tell me how it feels, now that you just stumbled on the real
Now you know the deal
I'm addicted to your love just like a pill
I'll tell you how it feels
Staring at the picture that you painted
Sometimes I get the chills
Sometimes I get the chills
So tell me how it feels

Chill, tell me how it feel
I done paid dues
I got receipts for the bill
I might get some courtside tickets for the thrill
Hope the camera get my good side
Smile and stand still
Get green like Stan Smith
Hulk smash like Stan Lee
Man I explained but they don't understand still
Let's get the grinder twisting
I'm trying to climb positions
I'm addicted to your love
You should have time to listen
Now you've stumbled on the real and even scuffed a shoe
And you lookin' at me like I should know what the fuck to do
Man I swear ya'll niggas too much
Go and get your toothbrush
My man, this is nothing new
How's that feeling? Money to the ceiling
Light years away from drug dealing
Let's get comfortable
Pour up a glass, pull up a chair for your ass
Let's have a meal
Sit down and tell me

Tell me how it feels, now that you just stumbled on the real
Now you know the deal
I'm addicted to your love just like a pill
I'll tell you how it feels
Staring at the picture that you painted
Sometimes I get the chills
Sometimes I get the chills
Tell me how it feels

Ok we back on track
New table stack on that
I see this future like YC & Future racks on racks
I used to record down in the basement
Imagine that
Matter fact, you should know that's my natural habitat
I thought rhyming in the garage would bring the magic back
I made this beat but when I heard the hook I had to rap
My flow like a '88 Cadillac
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I used to battle rap
And lost none, so you might win some but you just lost one
The mathematics just end up mad tragic
If you haven't, don't multiply bad habits
The greatest of all time at spitting hazardous materials
Understand I'm goated and hazmatted
Understand I blow it down until I'm out of breath
This is for all my backwood rollin' asthmatics

So tell me how it feel, now that you just stumbled on the real
Now you know the deal, I'm addicted to your love just like a pill
I'll tell you how it feels, staring at the picture that you painted
Sometimes I get the chills
Sometimes I get the chills

Tell me how it feels