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Myself

 

Myself

(album: My World - 2018)


Yeah, nigga
Let me get right
New beef
I be, I don't be feeling like myself
Nigga be zoned and I be a whole new nigga

Look, aye trouble maker, I grew up as a baby
Cinco de Mayo, you got smoked on a May day
Shot my nigga TayTay, he stayed with a Tay-K
I'm from the hood, you ain't good if you stay late
Play me if you want
It get ugly
Like that bitch that call you hubby
In my field, no sweep, bitch we move like it's rugby
Threw them hands on that boy, he keep talking bout you drugged me

Ay-ay-ay
I ain't feeling like myself
Ay, I ain't feeling like myself
Ay, I ain't feeling like myself
Ay-ay-ay
I ain't feeling like myself

Bitch, a beast out the cage, I ain't feeling like myself
Ay, I ain't feeling like myself
Doing numbers in a day, I ain't feeling like myself
Ay, I ain't feeling like myself

I'ma new type nigga, you can't tell me 'bout shit
You a running ass nigga, thinking I'ma walking lick
That couple doing dirty shit, I'ma chomp his bitch
Taking shots on yo block, lob a clip
Since we talkin bout guns, I'ma nigga bout ammo
So you know the next bar bout Rambo
In shambles, I sat home I'm good with these handles
Sweet nigga know I caught him in 'em those sandals
I don't brag bout the numbers, bitch I'm real humble
Well fuck the numbers, 'cause really I'm the real trouble
And one year what you did, bitch, I did double
You need a real team, y'all need a real huddle
Get on my grown man and talk to 'em
And they ain't solid cause I walked through 'em
Just some cloth talk, what yo cloth doing?
Wiping up shit out the store room

Ay-ay-ay
I ain't feeling like myself
Ay, I ain't feeling like myself
Ay, I ain't feeling like myself
Ay-ay-ay
I ain't feeling like myself
Bitch, a beast out the cage, I ain't feeling like myself
Ay, I ain't feeling like myself
Doing numbers in a day, I ain't feeling like myself
Ay-ay-ay
I ain't feeling like myself

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