Kidd Surro - How It Feels

Tell me how does it feel knowing you was my baby?
Thinking about it and it's driving me crazy
Did it for you but you pushed me away
But I swear it's okay cause I would've went crazy (Surro)
I don't think no one can save me (Yuh!)
And you aint a runner, so why do you chase me? (Chase me)
Ever since I moved on nothing of me felt lazy (lazy)
See I've been on my grind and you see I've been making, hah
Graah, graah, so tell me girl, how does it feel?
It's okay, huh
But seriously tell me girl, how does it feel?
How does it (how does it feel), how does it feel? (How does it feel)
Think you can stop my grind? (What)
Na girl, 'cause the grind is mine
Think about you, how you played with a smile
Always told me you love me, but never gave time
I was there when you needed, was there through your text
Always hit you right back, I ain't want you upset
Don't know if you played with my heart, but it got me upset
I've been runnin' with multiple, with you I regret
You made me feel down, it felt that way before
Never thought in a year I'd be letting you go
There was a ocean of love, you was floatin my boat
But what we had going on, couldn't keep us afloat
You steered me away from you, confusing my mind
Honestly it was you that I wanted so I
Had to move on and think tough
I'm too smart to be locked up (or played)
It feels bad that I had to let you go
B-But sometimes, it's what you need to feel at home
I just tend to reminisce the love letters in my songs
I'm not doing it alone, no I do it with my bros
It turns out that you really was a ho, huh
It turns out that you was faking all along
Don't try to hit me up, don't text me through your phone
All my niggas they on go, they will wipe up on your soul
Huh, let a nigga try me again (Hah)
And you know that we'll fire away (Brrt, buh!)
And zip up that nigga like he Rockin' Bape
Graah, graah, but I love me some Milo
Shawty bad, big ol' booty, she mine though (ah, ah!)
Choppa hitting these nigga with high notes (brrt, graah graah boom!)
Niggas biting my swag, like a iPhone
Baby, I'm jacking your flaws, I'm loving it all
Don't worry about them, they just talk without cause
They jealous of you, they don't know how you move
And you stuntin' with you, they need money and sauce
Niggas, this is my section, so give me applaud
Only couple that's real, the others are fraud
Niggas talking in public, but see me in private
I do it here for the cam', and the life that's behind it (huh, real shit)
It feels bad that I had to let you go
B-But sometimes, it's what you need to feel at home (sometimes that's all you need)
I just tend to reminisce the love letters in my songs
I'm not doing it alone, no I do it with my bros (I do it with my bros)
It turns out that you really was a ho (you really was a ho)
It turns out that you was faking all along (you was faking all along)
Don't try to hit me up, don't text me through your phone (phone)
All my niggas they on go (go), they will wipe up on your soul (soul)
Gave you the world, yeah I gave you the world
Told me that you love me, told me that you love
Just another love letter, huh
Just know I'm doing better, yeah, yeah
It feel great
Found a way to hold you
I can't even hold you
(Graah graah graah)
We would never be alone (gang)
It feels bad that I had to let you go (go, go)
But sometimes, it's what you need to feel at home (that's what you need to feel at home Home)
I just tend to reminisce the love letters in my songs (love letters in my songs)
I'm not doing it alone, no I do it with my bros (lone, do it with my bros)
It turns out that you really was a ho (you was a ho)
It turns out that you was faking all along (faking all along)
Don't try to hit me up, don't text me through your phone (no)
All my niggas they on go (go) they will wipe up on your soul (soul)

Written by:
Ja’Rell Tudor

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