Feelings
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
Who gonna tell me how supposed to feel?
I ain't have no love that was real
I ain't have no love yet that was real
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
I can feel her I can heal her
I can kill her I can kill her
Tell that bitch don't Bryson Tiller
Red jacket, Michael Jackson thriller
I can't fix your heart. I'm not a healer.
I can't give you drugs. I'm not a dealer.
White bitch she taste just like vanilla
Rick Owens jacket made out of armadillo
My body is so froze. Medusa turn me right to stone.
My heart is so froze this shit got me feeling so cold
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
Who gonna tell me how supposed to feel?
I ain't have no love that was real
I ain't have no love yet that was real
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
I can feel her I can heal her
I can kill her I can kill her
Tell that bitch don't Bryson Tiller
Red jacket, Michael Jackson thriller
New Age, Michael Jack
Baby, I'm bad
Baby, I'm bad
Coup it's all black
And I put Matte
Lay you down flat show you where I'm at
Show you how I get down and we only on the sixth round
Who gonna tell me how supposed to feel?
I ain't have no love that was real
I ain't have no love yet that was real
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
I can feel her I can heal her
I can kill her I can kill her
Tell that bitch don't Bryson Tiller
Red jacket, Michael Jackson thriller
I can't fix your heart. I'm not a healer.
I can't give you drugs. I'm not a dealer.
White bitch she taste just like vanilla
Rick Owens jacket made out of armadillo
My body is so froze. Medusa turn me right to stone.
My heart is so froze this shit got me feeling so cold
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
Who gonna tell me how supposed to feel?
I ain't have no love that was real
I ain't have no love yet that was real
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
You gonna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
I can feel her I can heal her
I can kill her I can kill her
Tell that bitch don't Bryson Tiller
Red jacket, Michael Jackson thriller
New Age, Michael Jack
Baby, I'm bad
Baby, I'm bad
Coup it's all black
And I put Matte
Lay you down flat show you where I'm at
Show you how I get down and we only on the sixth round
Credits
Writer(s): Jamar Carson
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