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Feelin' Me
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Feelin' Me was released on August 18, 2023 by Opulence Records/Sinserely as a part of the album Save the World
ReleasedAugust 18, 2023
LabelOpulence Records/Sinserely
LanguageEnglish
BPM72
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Hallucinations I got demons inside of me
**** they cap I ain't talking no odyssey
Getting this bread I know that they proud of me
She want a bag, she can not get Prada from me
Feeling like Stevie I can barely
Hop in the bed, I can barely breathe
Using that rake ima rake up them leaves
Bitch I feel like a dog I'm off of that leash
White boy shooter he saying capeesh
Bro caught a body his body's increase
Speak how I feel I don't need me no speech
Say it inside of theses songs
Fucking that bitch she might take off her thong
Beating down blocks and they calling me kong
Smoking this blunt I ain't using no bong
Fake x pill he know that he popping
Hop out the v they don't know who just shot it
Bitch I'm sinserely I blast like a rocket
Einstein **** got all of that knowledge
IQ high ain't dyin' from goofys
Fucking that bitch give me head in the movies
**** on cycles they moving too moody
Young dominant **** I'm calling that duty
I know some shooters, that shoot it for me
I know some **** that's stuck on TV
After he dead put his face on his tee
Knock 'em out like I'm mike now he talk through them teeth
He talk with a lisp
Chatting online then we closing them lips
Hell cat demon that **** get dipped
Shoot then we crack em I talking no chip
**** get ate like a plat
Fucking that bitch, I won't, go on no date
I ain't falling inlove cause I know that shit fake
**** they chat but ain't no debate
No I ain't snitching I'm beating that case
Mechanical pencil he gonna get erased
I ain't chasing no bitch that bank what I chase
Damn, you **** ain't catching these lines
Shoot a opp **** he step out of line
Give her a teddy his momma keep cryin'
He lay on the floor, while she watching her son, he dyin'
No ain't buying, bitch move on you ain't give me no time
Can't step in my light you ain't getting no shine
My bro caught a case but he beating that crime
Bat man **** you know I suit up in that dark
Dead on the streets he got turned into art
Strangle a **** I ain't talking no Bart
My bro passing gas, I ain't talking no fart
Stab me a **** I ain't using no shank
That **** a mural got turned into paint
He seen da gun made a fuck **** faint
Sinserely prestige don't compete with my rank
**** wanna be me I swear that it's hard
Young **** drumming he rock with guitar
Sippin' on what, I won't go to no bar
Shoot at the sky I ain't talking no star
This can not change, no this not a game
**** they pussy they lie on they gang
You know I'm immortal I ain't talking Liu Kang
Just me and yvngkam, undertaker and kane
Beating them **** I'm out of that store
Caught a opp **** he fell to the floor
I got some bread but I got some more
Spreading yo bitch I ain't talking no dough
And after I'm finished she getting my toppings
Feelin' lyrics just like I'm Hopkins
Score from the three I ain't talking no Thompson
I got no filter I got to be honest
Bitch wanna chat with me, but I got no time so she snap
I'm da type **** put brain in yo lap
Inside of that box that he got wrapped
Written by: Jyssahn Sinsere Nance
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