how u feel?
Some say, "Nightmares are dreams perverted"
I told them, "It wasn't a nightmare," but they don't believe me
Huh (huh?), how you feel? (How you feel?)
Baby, I feel fine (I feel fine)
I need more dollar signs, but you came right on time
Can we turn off all these lights?
Can I roll up, get a lil' high?
Every time I look in your eyes, I look away mesmerized
And you shine brighter than the stars that decorate the night sky (Yeah)
And all I rock is flawless diamonds, I hope you don't mind
And I promise to keep you close, if you promise you're mine
And I been lapped them, no, it's not close, I crossed the finish line
Yeah, I look like a supermodel, and all my draws is Calvin Klein
Yeah, my baby, she built like a bottle
And I'm finna take a sip right now
Yeah, I'm pourin' some lines out the bottle
And I'm finna take a sip right now
Yeah, and I probably won't see you tomorrow
'Cause I'm finna take a trip right now
Yeah, I've been gone
I lost my mind, and I'm tryna find my way back home
Baby, I'm the real Rolling Stone
I've been changed, I don't do phones
I won't talk until the case closed
Fuck 12, nigga, free my bros
I got a problem with keeping my clothes
And all my swag, they stole
You can keep it, I don't want it
And I'd throw all this shit away
If I can't give it to none of my homies
And I'd throw all this shit away
If I can't give none of it to my bitches
If a nigga talk down on my gang
Then he gon' leave here with some stitches (huh)
Huh (Huh?), how you feel? (How you feel?)
Baby, I feel fine (I feel fine)
I need more dollar signs, but you came right on time
Can we turn off all these lights?
Can I roll up, get a lil' high?
Every time I look in your eyes, I look away mesmerized
And you shine brighter than the stars that decorate the night sky (Yeah)
And all I rock is flawless diamonds, I hope you don't mind
And I promise to keep you close, if you promise you're mine
And I been lapped them, no, it's not close, I crossed the finish line
And I'm not tellin' lies
Got a mask on, no disguise
And the old me already died
Keep it on me, on my side
If you know me, know I'm fried
And I love you if you ridin'
And the doors in my brand new ride, go up, they suicide
I was geeked off all them Roxies, livin' on the top floor in the Roxy
And my life done' changed so promptly, cameras flashing, paparazzi
And I only sip on Wockhardt and Tris to make me nauseous
And I always go hard, these niggas going hardly (yes)
I just bought her Goyard, she ride me like a Harley (yes)
I told her she a superstar, and I just think she gnarly
Me and my gang in here, this a rich-nigga party
She brought her gang in here, this a bad-bitches party
I'm a raver but a real rockstar, please, can we get guitars?
I'm an alien but not from Mars
And these niggas trap too hard
She playin', baby, don't you start (huh)
Please don't make this hard
I go NBA, but I'm not Vince Carter
That just mean I'm ballin' and my money larger
Huh (huh?), how you feel? (How you feel?)
Baby, I feel fine (I feel fine)
I need more dollar signs, but you came right on time
Can we turn off all these lights?
Can I roll up, get a lil' high?
Every time I look in your eyes, I look away mesmerized
And you shine brighter than the stars that decorate the night sky (yeah)
And all I rock is flawless diamonds, I hope you don't mind
And I promise to keep you close, if you promise you're mine
And I been lapped them, no, it's not close, I crossed the finish line (the finish line)
I told them, "It wasn't a nightmare," but they don't believe me
Huh (huh?), how you feel? (How you feel?)
Baby, I feel fine (I feel fine)
I need more dollar signs, but you came right on time
Can we turn off all these lights?
Can I roll up, get a lil' high?
Every time I look in your eyes, I look away mesmerized
And you shine brighter than the stars that decorate the night sky (Yeah)
And all I rock is flawless diamonds, I hope you don't mind
And I promise to keep you close, if you promise you're mine
And I been lapped them, no, it's not close, I crossed the finish line
Yeah, I look like a supermodel, and all my draws is Calvin Klein
Yeah, my baby, she built like a bottle
And I'm finna take a sip right now
Yeah, I'm pourin' some lines out the bottle
And I'm finna take a sip right now
Yeah, and I probably won't see you tomorrow
'Cause I'm finna take a trip right now
Yeah, I've been gone
I lost my mind, and I'm tryna find my way back home
Baby, I'm the real Rolling Stone
I've been changed, I don't do phones
I won't talk until the case closed
Fuck 12, nigga, free my bros
I got a problem with keeping my clothes
And all my swag, they stole
You can keep it, I don't want it
And I'd throw all this shit away
If I can't give it to none of my homies
And I'd throw all this shit away
If I can't give none of it to my bitches
If a nigga talk down on my gang
Then he gon' leave here with some stitches (huh)
Huh (Huh?), how you feel? (How you feel?)
Baby, I feel fine (I feel fine)
I need more dollar signs, but you came right on time
Can we turn off all these lights?
Can I roll up, get a lil' high?
Every time I look in your eyes, I look away mesmerized
And you shine brighter than the stars that decorate the night sky (Yeah)
And all I rock is flawless diamonds, I hope you don't mind
And I promise to keep you close, if you promise you're mine
And I been lapped them, no, it's not close, I crossed the finish line
And I'm not tellin' lies
Got a mask on, no disguise
And the old me already died
Keep it on me, on my side
If you know me, know I'm fried
And I love you if you ridin'
And the doors in my brand new ride, go up, they suicide
I was geeked off all them Roxies, livin' on the top floor in the Roxy
And my life done' changed so promptly, cameras flashing, paparazzi
And I only sip on Wockhardt and Tris to make me nauseous
And I always go hard, these niggas going hardly (yes)
I just bought her Goyard, she ride me like a Harley (yes)
I told her she a superstar, and I just think she gnarly
Me and my gang in here, this a rich-nigga party
She brought her gang in here, this a bad-bitches party
I'm a raver but a real rockstar, please, can we get guitars?
I'm an alien but not from Mars
And these niggas trap too hard
She playin', baby, don't you start (huh)
Please don't make this hard
I go NBA, but I'm not Vince Carter
That just mean I'm ballin' and my money larger
Huh (huh?), how you feel? (How you feel?)
Baby, I feel fine (I feel fine)
I need more dollar signs, but you came right on time
Can we turn off all these lights?
Can I roll up, get a lil' high?
Every time I look in your eyes, I look away mesmerized
And you shine brighter than the stars that decorate the night sky (yeah)
And all I rock is flawless diamonds, I hope you don't mind
And I promise to keep you close, if you promise you're mine
And I been lapped them, no, it's not close, I crossed the finish line (the finish line)
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Carter Bryson, Thomas William Ross
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