Perished Feelings

No no no No, I don't wanna go No, I don't wanna go (mue)

She wanna fuck cause I'm lit VIP, let's take a trip

First day we link, she let me hit Left hand on my bitch, right hand on my grip

She love the Balenci, I love the ricks Ain't have to tell her let's go

I told her she bad, now she driving the boat And she love designer, Chanel on her coat

She love my ice, but she might catch a cold Let's go, let's go

Bae, let's just talk, we way too grown I miss my wife, yeah, that's my clone

And lately, I've been so alone No one to talk to and nowhere to go

And lately, I'm going out sick Affection, emotion, that's all that I miss

Keep my right hand on my stick And bae, if you leave, then I'm crashing the whip