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The Way I Feel

I ain't no video game
You can't put me on pause then play me
Disappearing for a week
Then coming back calling me your baby
Jumping down my throat bout the lil shit I do
But you been gone for all this time how do I know you being true
I guess you went on a mission for some 'crunch' or some 'good'
That's why you had to spend a damn week in the hood
If you would've have called everything would have been all good
Guess them pills you be popping don't have you acting the way you should
Got me sitting in this damn house looking stupid
Wish I never got shot by that damn angel called cupid
Just know that I'm sitting in the living room
Waiting for you to come chill
Just so I can tell you
The way I feel.

Written by Crystal Holmes


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