Saint Marc Kaeden - Feenin'

Eyes, eyes
All eyes on me

Step into the room
All eyes on me
Not even with my crew
Still eyes on me
Everybody swarm
Around on me
Like the scent of money
Flying off of me

I ain't gonna lie
Like eyes on me
Even when I get down
To this beat
I think them others fella's
Gettin jealous of me
But, like John say
"You can't see me"

Hey there little honey tell me what's your name?
Would you like it if my body came over to play?
Can't you see I'm everything your body craves
In the middle of the night when it's pouring rain

Swag hittin hard
Here come the drinks
They say they from the bartender
I know they ain't
What's the point in lying
Just showing yo stank
Time for me move on
Please, enjoy yo drank

Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening
Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening
Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening
Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening

All eyes on me
Eyes, eyes
All eyes on me
Eyes, eyes
All eyes on me

I'm heading over to the bar
It wasn't long before I'm spotted not far, man
We're hittin it off with my rolled cigar
Up to the bar baby here we are

Bartender, please will give me two?
Hook me up and I'll leave a tip for you
Pound them back, baby one by one
Don't you dare slack, or you will be done

Pitch black, lights out
Took too many shots
Passed out, fell down
Where the fuck am I?
Went hard, so strong
Like a fucking boss
So let's just keep on going
No time to turn it off

Will you please
Grab another drink?
Think I spilled mine
All over on me
Such a shame
It had to go to waste
And that's ok cause I
I'm feeling a-ok

Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening (Feening)
Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening (Feening)
Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening (Feening)
Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening (Feening)

All eyes on me
Eyes, eyes
All eyes on me
Eyes, eyes
All eyes on me

Tip toe, tip toe
Tip toe, tip toe
Tip toe, tip toe
Tryna make my way over to the door
Instead, getting held up by some hoes
Tryna dip out on the down low

Now I'm held up while we conversate
Ain't got much more time left to waist
Can you please move ya ass out the way
Instead I'm bombarded with shots in my face
Getting close to the end of the night
You can bet your ass that I'm feeling aright
So baby can you please gone and wrap this up
I'm tryna get my ass up out this club

Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening (Feening)
Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening (Feening)
Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening (Feening)
Oh my god, I'm feenin, feenin, I'm feening (Feening)

Written by:
Marcus Lang

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