Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind

its funny it’s sunny outside
but i just feel like sitting indoors
and i ain’t even been puffin on draws
like nothing don’t matter no more
like i know i need company
but get to close i just push them
tryna cultivate my own garden first
ain’t space enough for your flowers
the plant just died that you gave me
became a brand new home for spiders
when they crawl they’re sitting in darkness
in a mood of meticulous silence
see it’s hot through through the window
feel the sun through the glass
i feel like ants on the pave-stone
or Woody when Sid done fried him
see round my heart it’s cortex
but it feels like it melts when i’m drinking
and i know we’re getting close but i’m drifting
well i hope you can’t see what i’m thinking
see the night in your eyes
but i’m more drawn to the waist
in the morning, see
the dawns on your face
and i wake with the need to escape
and it all feels...
awful. strange.
cant wait for the day that i fall in love
cant wait for the day... that i fall in.
there must be a lock on my heart
just pains from missing my marge
shimmering stars:
her spirit, know i feel it when i dance.

Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind

Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind

its a brand new day though
sunshine with the reggae on the radio
tryna make a little reddies from the stage show
lets go, lets get it, get paid
and i tryna gwan like i’m bad though
me i got a good heart and a mad flow
you won’t see me in the trap or the bando
me i do the two step or the tango
see my heads in the clouds
and i don’t need no vals or xans though
i’m old school like du-du! dun know
still drawing these chicks on my trap phone
and the reason for that is i never been a geezer for gas
i don’t endorse all this digital madness bruv
yo i’m tryna keep my head piece in tact
glitching.
cooking up food in the kitchen!
literally.
tryna get my greens in flipsing
like spatula, shouts my brothers and sisters
batchelors, my honeys and vixens
actually it’s just love that i’m living
actually it’s just love.

actually it’s just love
actually it’s just love
actually it’s just love
actually it’s just love

actually it’s love

Fuck em if they’re hating they can do it if they like
they’re just wasting their own time

Fuck em if they’re hating they can do it if they like