Intro (feat. Affion Crockett)

Yeah

Q, let me know when you recordin'

Are you recordin'?

Oh, shit

Yo

Welcome to the Fuck Yo Feelings mixtape

I go by the name of Affion Crockett

Yeah

This Robert Glasper's shit

But fuck his feelings

I hate that ****

Robert Glasper's a talented young man

But he looks old as fuck

He don't bathe or shave

Fuck his feelings

On drums we got Chris Daddy Dave

But I ain't gon' call that **** Daddy

You need a new nickname, ****

Fuck your nickname

And your feelings

Oh

Derrick Hodge on bass

That ****'s just nice, I ain't nothing negative to say about him

But fuck his feelings

He plays so real, he gotta have emotions

And feelings

So fuck 'em

Fuck Yo Feelings

It's the mixtape

I wanna invite everybody

To turn to your left

And turn to your right

And look at the person next to ya

And say fuck yo' feelings

You are welcome to fuck they feelings

With my dick

Disease-free fuckin'

Yeah, fuck they feelings

Nasty porno style

With some cream on they goddamn bank

Fuck they feelings

Jahi Sundance

On the ones and twos

Oh, he's the nastiest DJ in the world

But he dresses horrible

Fuck his feelings

That **** got on some weed pants today

And shoes to match

And no thoughts

Fuck yo' ankles, ****

Oh

Chris, don't be playin' with me

Don't give me a real beat

Fuck your feelings

Ay

Ay

This the longest intro ever

Uh

I might have to say something on this one

I might have to say something

Fuck yo' feelings, ****

Where your feelings at? Fuck 'em

Yo, ay

Listen here

Listen here with your ear

Listen here with your ear

Yo

Listen

Yo

It come a time in a man's life

Where he don't know where he gon' go

Better known as a no-show

Absentminded but have to find it

That's the Heimlich

Clickin' your breath like a mountaintop, you can't climb it

So you better meditate

Or your head'll break

Relax in a better state

React with no hesitate, or stay suck

You be levitatin' with your face fucked

Legs raised and waist up

Get dropped to that concrete, then taste blood

Oh, so you never imagined the outcome?

Or ever questioned that vagina you came out from?

That's maternal, that can burn you like a black inferno

If you don't learn your identity

Hey, what the fuck are you doin'?

I told you to intro me, why are you rhymin'?

****, 'cause I'm a rapper, ****

Yeah, well actually do the fuckin' intro

This intro, Robert Glasper, the fuckin' band

Get the fuck out

Are you upset right now?

Yeah, I'm, yeah, I'm upset, it's my fuckin' mixtape

Are you in yo' feelings?

What the? You can't use that against me

****, fuck yo' feelings

Fucked up

When I divorce devotion

Stop rhymin'

For you to go intercourse your emotions

Stop fuckin' rhymin'

Yo, you heard what I said, ****?

I said intercourse your emotions

That's like a better way to say fuck yo' feelings

You left it at home though, my ****

Alright

I'm the one with the bars

Bars to Mars, I play guitars

Mmm, I might spar

Maybe not, I don't know

Comin' through, where's the snow?

Outside, in the sky

Hmm, I'm so high

Rob is comin' through hungry

Piece of pie, mmhmm

Cherry on top of the knot

'Bout to come through because I rock the spot

I'm a booger, you're snot

Wait, I'm

You say hmm?

Yeah, I was thinkin' up

You said, you said hmm twice, is that a lyric?

Keif, uh, just, uh, uh, can you, can you edit him out?

Can you edit Affion out?

Q, just cut that last part that Robert did

Just, just cut it out

Fuck yo' feelings, ****