Atlanta Mae, Kie Artiste, Erica James - FEELINGS Lyrics

He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
Boy all up in my phone
Know that he can't leave me alone
You know
Once that celly gets flicked
Know he's all stuck under his bitch
Little yattys love cap
Drank too much
And affi get slapped
Way too hype
Your stuntin on gas
Off you run
Cah you met your match
Chatting waas like your dude
You and him know how fi get rude
Ima swing thing 1 and thing 2
Who goes first
I'll let you guys choose
Take two steps
But you know you'll lose
Trace your steps
Like it's the blues clues
Lost effect I am so amused
Chat so much don't try to refute
Hot burning ears
Who you ah talk bout
Him can't steer
But him wan fi drive out
It's the time of the year
For him to drop out
And you know I'm Hiroshima
Detonate me
Till I bomb on ya feelings
Losing heat
And you're the reason, ey
Bad man when him talk
You can see seh him a madman
Front load with the shotta
In a back hand
An him suppose seh him
Walk with a strap, huh
So don't go frontin uno chat man
Cah when him give yuh
You nuh wanna take it back fam
Bombaclartin what ya done done
Cah yuh nuh know seh him
Walk with a shotgun
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
True say
Man a walk with a shotgun
Better not think I'll stay
Cos he handsome
People a talk but when it's time There's no action
Don't be surprised
City girls when we act up
A bag a lie
With the truth just a fraction
He's bum he's a fraud he's a actor
He's playing games like
I won't notice if I'm yakked huh
Like wait a minute
I think this nigga got me fucked up
Pot luck you done met your match Top trumps
Tut tut
That's a lame sounding answer
Nah nah you gone kill me
With the laughter
I'll tell you what
Fuck your feelings is my mantra
Bad man when him talk
You can see seh him a madman
Front load with the shotta
In a back hand
An him suppose seh him
Walk with a strap, huh
So don't go frontin uno chat man
Cah when him give yuh
You nuh wanna take it back fam
Bombaclartin what ya done done
Cah yuh nuh know seh him
Walk with a shotgun
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
Fuck how you feel
How about you keep it real
See me I
Most can't see me like CGI
Make I jump out my clothes
Spend the night alone
Cloud up the ozone
Or fruit ninja on my phone  
Lift that rabbit higher place it
Right between my toes
Zzz zzz
Wake me up before you go go
Raised by a Queen
Gold sippie cup in my cradle
Hood Mona Lisa cleared cheques
0 0 0s
TV cheques heavy on back
Quasimodo
Atlanta to Qatar
Drill beats to my guitar
Erica a Star, and Atlanta Mae
She set the bar
Stay in your hair like a tick
And bald you like Nair
Street but sweet chicks over here take your man and side dick quick
Like whoa, just like Mya
I'm the Black Messiah
Atlanta's the Sire
Pen never tires
Pockets never retire 
Heavy, hefty
These London chicks
Are on fire, Whoa
Bad man when him talk
You can see seh him a madman
Front load with the shotta
In a back hand
An him suppose seh him
Walk with a strap, huh
So don't go frontin uno chat man
Cah when him give yuh
You nuh wanna take it back fam
Bombaclartin what ya done done
Cah yuh nuh know seh him
Walk with a shotgun
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel

He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
Boy all up in my phone
Know that he can't leave me alone
You know
Once that celly gets flicked
Know he's all stuck under his bitch
Little yattys love cap
Drank too much
And affi get slapped
Way too hype
Your stuntin on gas
Off you run
Cah you met your match
Chatting waas like your dude
You and him know how fi get rude
Ima swing thing 1 and thing 2
Who goes first
I'll let you guys choose
Take two steps
But you know you'll lose
Trace your steps
Like it's the blues clues
Lost effect I am so amused
Chat so much don't try to refute
Hot burning ears
Who you ah talk bout
Him can't steer
But him wan fi drive out
It's the time of the year
For him to drop out
And you know I'm Hiroshima
Detonate me
Till I bomb on ya feelings
Losing heat
And you're the reason, ey
Bad man when him talk
You can see seh him a madman
Front load with the shotta
In a back hand
An him suppose seh him
Walk with a strap, huh
So don't go frontin uno chat man
Cah when him give yuh
You nuh wanna take it back fam
Bombaclartin what ya done done
Cah yuh nuh know seh him
Walk with a shotgun
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
True say
Man a walk with a shotgun
Better not think I'll stay
Cos he handsome
People a talk but when it's time There's no action
Don't be surprised
City girls when we act up
A bag a lie
With the truth just a fraction
He's bum he's a fraud he's a actor
He's playing games like
I won't notice if I'm yakked huh
Like wait a minute
I think this nigga got me fucked up
Pot luck you done met your match Top trumps
Tut tut
That's a lame sounding answer
Nah nah you gone kill me
With the laughter
I'll tell you what
Fuck your feelings is my mantra
Bad man when him talk
You can see seh him a madman
Front load with the shotta
In a back hand
An him suppose seh him
Walk with a strap, huh
So don't go frontin uno chat man
Cah when him give yuh
You nuh wanna take it back fam
Bombaclartin what ya done done
Cah yuh nuh know seh him
Walk with a shotgun
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
Fuck how you feel
How about you keep it real
See me I
Most can't see me like CGI
Make I jump out my clothes
Spend the night alone
Cloud up the ozone
Or fruit ninja on my phone  
Lift that rabbit higher place it
Right between my toes
Zzz zzz
Wake me up before you go go
Raised by a Queen
Gold sippie cup in my cradle
Hood Mona Lisa cleared cheques
0 0 0s
TV cheques heavy on back
Quasimodo
Atlanta to Qatar
Drill beats to my guitar
Erica a Star, and Atlanta Mae
She set the bar
Stay in your hair like a tick
And bald you like Nair
Street but sweet chicks over here take your man and side dick quick
Like whoa, just like Mya
I'm the Black Messiah
Atlanta's the Sire
Pen never tires
Pockets never retire 
Heavy, hefty
These London chicks
Are on fire, Whoa
Bad man when him talk
You can see seh him a madman
Front load with the shotta
In a back hand
An him suppose seh him
Walk with a strap, huh
So don't go frontin uno chat man
Cah when him give yuh
You nuh wanna take it back fam
Bombaclartin what ya done done
Cah yuh nuh know seh him
Walk with a shotgun
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel
He don't wanna talk
That's just how it is
He just wanna fade
Get in the biz
And I'd give it up
So fuck your feelings yea yea
Just fuck how you feel