TyTylerTy - Mixed Feelings Lyrics

I got feelings that be mixed up like prescriptions in this cup that I been sipping
But you don't wanna listen 'cause I'm
Saucin' drippin'
Talking different, yeah
Saucin' drippin'
Talking different yeah
I got feelings that be mixed up like prescriptions in this cup that I been sipping
But you don't wanna listen 'cause I'm
Saucin' drippin'
Talking different, yeah
Saucin' drippin'
Talking different yeah

I won't lie
I see it in your eyes
I can tell when you smile that you hate your life
On the gram all you post is lies
I'mma send you my new addy and I hope you slide

How you been? where you been? what you been up to
How much time do you be spending with this other dude
Do he laugh, do he love, or take care of you
Please tell me more about how none of this is fair to you
You think I robbed you of this love, how you think I feel
You was dark skinned viv and I was Uncle Phil
None of these women play the role the same to keep it real
I know nobody make you feel what I made you feel
And that's a fact, I can tell because you're coming back
I keep you coming hitting holes like I'm a running back
And if you punt it baby girl then I'mma run it back
Leave the mascot and kick it where the starter's at
I want you back

I got feelings that be mixed up like prescriptions in this cup that I been sipping
But you don't wanna listen 'cause I'm
Saucin' drippin'
Talking different, yeah
Saucin' drippin'
Talking different yeah
I got feelings that be mixed up like prescriptions in this cup that I been sipping
But you don't wanna listen 'cause I'm
Saucin' drippin'
Talking different, yeah
Saucin' drippin'
Talking different, yeah

Cup full of pink and a bed full of memories
Body count high and it's full of dead enemies
Dozen roses on my grave I can smell em now
I'd do anything to change if you tell me how
Know I put you on ice, hate the cold lights
Our love was like coals made for fire fights
You sent some shots I sent em back
We poured some shots then we threw em back
Look at where that got us at
Now your clothes on the floor
There's a tie on the door
Now my hand is your hair
And you be calling out for more, whoa
Thought we 'spose to take it slow, nah
Now we lying on the floor, whoa
There's a tie on the door, whoa
You be calling out for more