USELESS FEELINGS

I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch You the devil Cut that bitch off! (Don't call my phone, don't call my-, don't call my phone) Don't know why so often I'm feelin' like I'm runnin' out of time There ain't no telling what I'm thinkin' 'bout when I'm not high Big baguettes, she keep on starin' and she might go blind While you be worried 'bout that bitch I count the sack all night Yeah, I go home, I get my dope half-price I'm smokin' exotic, bitches throwin' ass on the private Throwin' ass on the private She like niggas with some monеy but I know she got a bag, too Lately, I been thinkin' of anything I could use to rеplace you I know that's fucked up, but I know you don't care Smoke this big boofy blunt, take me way out of here Yeah, I think I'm losin' all of my useless feelings Bitch, I really need it, never seen that Tie my demons up and leave 'em hangin' from the ceiling Bitch, I really need, never seen, no Don't know why so often I'm feelin' like I'm runnin' out of time There ain't no telling what I'm thinkin' 'bout when I'm not high Big baguettes, she keep on starin' and she might go blind While you be worried 'bout that bitch I count the sack all night Yeah, I go home, I get my dope half-price I'm smokin' exotic, bitches throwin' ass on the private Throwin' ass on the private Yeah, I think I'm losin' all of my useless feelings Bitch, I really need it, never seen that Tie my demons up and leave 'em hangin' from the ceiling Bitch, I really need, never seen, no I'm smokin' exotic, bitches throwin' ass on the private Throwin' ass on the private