feel the same

Biscuit boy clique

I don't even know how to tell her

That I just don't feel the same

And I know that she's just trying to pick my brain

I don't even know how to tell her

That I just don't feel the same

And I know that she's just trying to pick my brain

Baby look at me I know I am mess

You told me that I was one of the best

What do you mean, yeah

Baby get off the bean, yeah

She be tweakin' yeah, she slidin' off the lean, yeah

I just **** her then I kick her out the door

Tell that ***** I don't need her anymore now

She like "why" I said baby "you're a whore" uh

You be asking me what can I afford like

Get the **** out of my face

I can't **** with no fake *****

Yeah just wants my riches but it's okay

Yeah I tell her that i'm done with her

Yeah I'm done with her

I don't even know how to tell her

That I just don't feel the same

And I know that she's just trying to pick my brain

I don't even know how to tell her

That I just don't feel the same

And I know that she's just trying to pick my brain