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