My problem is I be stuck in my feels
Don't look at me like that
Easy, you turn me on
My friends say I'm just a wreck when I'm in love
Don't mess with me like that, I'm ready to clean up
No more drunk sex in your Porsche
I'm my own snack, why you brought me to the store?
You wanna buy me what it is you think I want
He purchasin' the sun, the moon, the stars
I wish telepathy hit harder
The way I feel, words be fuckin' it all up
Never been much of a big talker
I do what your nigga would, twist it all up
My problem is I love a good mindfuck
When you call me, you call my amygdala
My friends say I need to learn to get rid of
Them niggas want they cakе, wanna eat it with pizza
I know maybe two bitches on thе side, but me Lisa
I'm never swtichin' up, you knew from jump I don't need ya
I'm always on some new shit, but make you feel familiar
Don't look at me like that, I'll throw this ass, I'm feelin' ya
I wish telepathy hit harder
The way I feel, words be fuckin' it all up
Never been much of a big talker
I do what your nigga would, twist it all up
I wish telepathy hit harder
The way I feel, words be fuckin' it all up
Never been much of a big talker
I do what your nigga would, twist it all up
My problem is I be imaginin' some things
I rather escape reality it's ravishin' within
Straddlin' the masculine, joyridin' the stallion
My jewelry, my boobies, the way they janglin'
And this coochie a gold mine, the way you can't get in
My (?) had you wallin' full time, no benefits
If a nigga say I liked him for real, he strechin' it
The difference between me and you I never miss
I wish telepathy hit harder
The way I feel, words be fuckin' it all up
Never been much of a big talker
I do what your nigga would, twist it all up
I wish telepathy hit harder
The way I feel, words be fuckin' it all up
Never been much of a big talker
I do what your nigga would, twist it all up
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