feel the love. (feat. BadMilo.)

Why you always calling me out on my bullshit
Like what's the deal what's the deal
No you never ever been real
No you never ever been real
I don't even feel the love
The kinda love
That's our kind of love

I said, why you always calling me out on my bullshit
Like what's the deal what's the deal
No, you never ever been real
No, you never ever been real

I could write a book about the stupid shit these bitches love to say
Ain't it how you want it I could make a million in a million ways
I ain't even want to take the whole plate
I just want a little taste
Now look at you, handkerchief in your hand wiping the crumbs up off my face
Aye

Why you always, always calling me out on my bullshit
Like whats the deal
Push me out the way and you been parting out the seas
Baby, no, you never ever needed me
I said, why you always calling me out on my bullshit
Like what's the deal? What's the deal
No, you never ever been real
No, you never ever been real

Never been real, ventriloquist
Like a hand in your back, are you feeling this still
It's a process, this is just a hot mess
New mop, soak the water of the Loch Ness
Are you feeling me still
Trickery is kept, close to the heart, double breast
Shit gets slippery when wet
Better bring your pencil to the test
Sharpen up your knife, it's the chef
Cut, cut, cut

Why you always calling me out on my bullshit
Like what's the deal what's the deal
Like what's the deal what's the deal
Why you always calling me out on my bullshit
Like what's the deal what's the deal
Like what's the deal

Yeah
Yeah
Oh

What's up beautiful humans
Welcome back to Universe Radio
I'm your host, BadMilo
I know I'm not a weatherman but
We got quite the heat wave coming to you
So sit back, relax
Put your fucking flip-flops on I don't give a shit
Enjoy yourself



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Writer(s): Jamal Davis
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