Exotic
I can really feel the storm brew up inside me
Tagged a couple bitches, now they all up and excited
Inhaling all that plain shit while I'm smoking on exotic
I don't feel
How am I meant to feel?
How am I supposed to feel?
You ain't ever heal
Girl you mentally ill right now
I can't feel my face
Yeah I'm off the pill right now
You don't wanna talk to me baby
Tell me what you really want as of lately
Yuh
Oh yeah
I don't feel
I won't heal
Yuh
I can really feel the storm brew up inside me
Tagged a couple bitches, now they all up and excited
Inhaling all that plain shit while I'm smoking on exotic
I don't feel
How am I meant to feel?
How am I supposed to feel?
You don't even understand what I want
You can't even comprehend what's in my blunt
Every song I'll top it
All your bands is counterfeit
Cash up you know I'm counting it
Hand that drink yeah I'm downing it
Girl you know what I want
Aye, can you tell me when it's over?
Picked up all your friends, this shit starting to tip over
Yeah
I be pushin' through it anyway
Buzzin' up my phone, you can call me like any day
You don't get to represent me
Bitch so don't
Don't speak on my thoughts like you know what is wrong
Every time you speak to me I lose parts of my soul
And every time your mean to me I cannot let you go
Cannot let you
Girl I cannot let you go
I can't let you go
Tagged a couple bitches, now they all up and excited
Inhaling all that plain shit while I'm smoking on exotic
I don't feel
How am I meant to feel?
How am I supposed to feel?
You ain't ever heal
Girl you mentally ill right now
I can't feel my face
Yeah I'm off the pill right now
You don't wanna talk to me baby
Tell me what you really want as of lately
Yuh
Oh yeah
I don't feel
I won't heal
Yuh
I can really feel the storm brew up inside me
Tagged a couple bitches, now they all up and excited
Inhaling all that plain shit while I'm smoking on exotic
I don't feel
How am I meant to feel?
How am I supposed to feel?
You don't even understand what I want
You can't even comprehend what's in my blunt
Every song I'll top it
All your bands is counterfeit
Cash up you know I'm counting it
Hand that drink yeah I'm downing it
Girl you know what I want
Aye, can you tell me when it's over?
Picked up all your friends, this shit starting to tip over
Yeah
I be pushin' through it anyway
Buzzin' up my phone, you can call me like any day
You don't get to represent me
Bitch so don't
Don't speak on my thoughts like you know what is wrong
Every time you speak to me I lose parts of my soul
And every time your mean to me I cannot let you go
Cannot let you
Girl I cannot let you go
I can't let you go
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Writer(s): Oscar Hughes
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