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Feels good to be
Yeah, yeah, uh

If I got you and my son and my god on my
What's the point of anybody ridin'?
It's so stuck on my mental, it's so much you on my mind
It's so money and pussy, yeah, you'd think I'm goin' blind
I it's... funny how blogs talk
Funny how shows I had went to where models walked
So many stories 'bout you and so-and-so who from
It ain't too many from Harlem, so take a
Takin' a jet so I can
You say, up with you, baby?, I always say, What's next?
I mean what is we in it
from your friends' circle like what did we enter for?
Tired of fancy dinners, I'm tired of ballin'
I'm tired of 'bout if this nigga put hands on you
Tired of tryna smile through shit affectin' us
Then I get to overthinkin' if I'm here up
Mac and I couldn't talk, couldn't bear the thought
Two before it, we was talkin' 'bout love and loss
Then he mentioned Ariana mama and songs
Never a soul, but I knew he was dead all along
You do to me
I write all my songs about women I never
I hate when I have to lose 'em, I 'em when it's deep
You one of my six women that's in the
I hate promises that I never keep
So promise to never ever be too with me
Justine, me
and loyalty, that's over honesty (Uh)
The devil be but God controllin' me (Uh)
Roc Nation dinners that 'bout Meek (Uh)
My God the realest (Uh), how we meet (Uh)

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Harlem Shake on these niggas, nah
Bitch ass