Stoner Pimpson - Feelings, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Say she catching feelings
Ask me do i feel it
Shit I kinda lied
But I'm still the realest
Shorty was the realest
But I wasn't ready
She just gimme healing
We ain't going steady
But I ain't pretending
We just f*ckin, chilling
Hate when you around them niggas acting super friendly
I think I'm catching feelings
I just f*cked up
She just got a real nigga she just lucked up
I just got a real woman I just lucked up
No I ain't gone tweak on her ain't gone cluck up
Tryna stack them sheets on her, count them buck bucks
Tryna fold them sheets with her we get buck bucks

Say who the hell is me
Young nigga, older brother fighting felonies
I be spitting all these bars like I got jail in me
Middle finger f*ck what anybody telling me
Middle finger f*ck a teacher say she failing me
Middle finger f*ck civilian say they scared of me
Cause I'm gone make it it don't matter what they telling me

Now who the hell is you
Bad bitch, say yo mama got a Bentley coupe
And my homies say you funny when we with the crew
And you roll up while I'm writing when we hit the stu
And I keep you on my hip in case it's critical
I spazz out on you, and you say I'm hypocritical
But I love you doe you know I can't get rid of you
And you pick me up whenever I get ridiculed

Say she catching feelings
Ask me do i feel it
Shit I kinda lied
But I'm still the realest
Shorty was the realest
But I wasn't ready
She just gimme healing
We ain't going steady
But I ain't pretending
We just f*ckin, chilling
Hate when you around them niggas acting super friendly
I think I'm catching feelings
I just f*cked up
She just got a real nigga she just lucked up
No I ain't gone tweak on her ain't gone cluck up
Tryna fold them sheets with her, we get buck bucks
Tryna fold them sheets with her we get buck bucks

Seem like you never really feel me
Won't ever really miss me til somebody come and kill me
Impatient tired of waiting for someone to come and heal me
I'm pacing tired of faking, girl just get to know the real me
We f*ck up communication
And I hate yo new friendships cuz it leave for new relations
Say I don't give you yo space and you need room for ventilation
Never told you I was perfect I leave room for renovations
I just hate that when we try to face our problems
You don't hear me out, sometimes I just feel like I ain't gone make it
And my last bitch gave me BS, so when you try that shit I know I ain't gone take it
Feel like I'm losing my balance I really ain't used to tanking

Say she catching feelings
Ask me do i feel it
Shit I kinda lied
But I'm still the realest
Shorty was the realest
But I wasn't ready
She just gimme healing
We ain't going steady
But I ain't pretending
We just f*ck and chilling
Hate when you around them niggas acting super friendly
I think I'm catching feelings
I just f*cked up
She just got a real nigga she just lucked up
I just got a real woman I just lucked up
No I ain't gone tweak on her ain't gone cluck up
Tryna stack them sheets on her, count them buck bucks
Tryna fold them sheets with her we get buck bucks