Sitcom Feelings Lyrics

Help me please I'm in need of your forgiveness

Help me please put this suffrage to an ending

Worship my sanctuary church my pimping

Be rock bout my paper make me get the scissors

Debated and calculated your intentions

Sensory ring alarm smoking signals

Intruders stampeding deep in treacherous waters

She ordered a hit on you so Ima kill ya

No need to be fixing shit don't make a difference

Been living with no cover

Out of my misery no suffer

Fire been burning for 4 summers

Fucking with you was intense training

Talk in slow motion a slow stutter

Told me don't fuck with Mrs' Kate or Ashley

Turned around fucked over both of them

Both of them

Soul sucker

3 16 cold stunters

Walking off finalizing the arrangement

Body dead off the bed dangling

Left on read after we had completed

Burning bridges then i lit my sativa

Guilty kisses remenicing my evil

Found out i cheated broke yo chest into pieces repeated it

Help me please I'm in need of yo forgivness

Help me please put this suffrage to an ending

Help me please got a problem got a sickness

For fucking the shit out other niggas bitches

Complicit in telling lies

To yo eyes

Song cry play 100 times

See each other we don't make a sound

Use to smash a pound for no money down

We don't fuck around but

I like it better when you drunk rolling

On a jig or a bump hold up

Say you lit so what's up hold up

Grip that ass like a cup so what

Shine like a diamond stuck in the rough

Jump in the pool ima keep it cool

Easy to hide like a 22

Tamia cause i am so into you

So flawless a nigga so silky smooth

Selections a nigga can pick and chose

So hard to predict how a nigga move

I gave her the dick and its breaking news

You know that nigga wasn't me but you got em

To tell the truth you a part of the problem

Say that i got you didn't know that i got you

Aint never to high to forget about the bottom

Cause that shit made me who i am

Tall boy and a couple grams

Fuck boy if you say i am

But say that when you see me fam

Huh shit just tell them niggas have that same mother fucking energy

When you see me

Cause look

No it ain't shit you can tell the kid

Nigga I'll hit yo mama like melvin did

And drink all the kool laid fresh out the fridge

And i be chilling out back smoking hella cigs and i'm lit