Useless Feelings

(album: EAT YOUR HEART OUT - 2021)

I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch!
You the Devil, ahaha!
Cut that bitch off!
Bitch, don't call my phone, I'm way too gone
(I'm way too gone, gone)
I'm way too gone
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Don't call my phone, don't call my, don't call my phone

Don't know why so often I'm feeling like I'm running out of time
There ain't no telling what I'm thinking 'bout when I'm not high
Big baguettes, she keep on staring and she might go blind
While you be worried 'bout that bitch, I count the sack all night
When I go home, I get my dope half-price
I'm smoking exotic, bitches throwing ass on the private
Throwing ass on the private

She like niggas with some money, but I know she got a bag too
Lately, I've been thinking of anything I could use to replace you
I know that's fucked up, but I know you don't care
Smoke this big boofy blunt, take me way out of here
Yeah, I think I'm losing all of my useless feelings
Bitch, I really need it, never seen that
Tie my demons up and leave 'em hanging from the ceiling
Bitch, I really need, never seen, no

Don't know why so often I'm feeling like I'm running out of time
There ain't no telling what I'm thinking 'bout when I'm not high
Big baguettes, she keep on staring and she might go blind
While you be worried 'bout that bitch, I count the sack all night
When I go home, I get my dope half-price
I'm smoking exotic, bitches throwing ass on the private
Throwing ass on the private
Yeah, I think I'm losing all of my useless feelings
Bitch, I really need it, never seen that
Tie my demons up and leave 'em hanging from the ceiling
Bitch, I really need, never seen, no
I'm smoking exotic, bitches throwing ass on the private
Throwing ass on the private