Feeling Good

Oh if the feeling good She so bad Do I jump Do I run away Id say I lived a good life I met a lotta bitches Picked fence ah white the type ah gotta lotta riches Lovers bite ah getchu right You get the certain pinches Learn a lot from smoking pot an liven in your interests Late at night I never sleep her vices in my clinches Yet they turning strength in me She divin in my trenches I'm diving in her inches It's glorious, she No-rida Glorida finished Ha If the feeling good And she confessing the professor he be laying wood Disconnected we connected as we blowing kush Unexpected we were fire light the burning bush Light the burning bush Is it still a good feeling if the feeling is good She was everything and nothing as she fucking should Do I jump or run away I need a little push Never ever bout the pussy but I love her toosh An the question as I'm raising do I base it off a feeling Lately I been in an out she lustfully appealing But damn is she devil all her tendency's revealing Coochie is a killer man this bitch has got me reeling Real the feeling It's different than I ever had Do my dealing I'm writing like I written M.A.D. Right for killing in myself I take another drag Head is peeling an she baggin on the snatch and grab Meds directing me I use em disrespectfully The games we playing mentally it's like a game of power tag Steps ahead of she devious expecting me Regretfully I say it that I'm better off to empty mag If the feeling good An she confessing the professor he be laying wood Disconnected we connected as we blowing kush Unexpected we were fire light the burning bush Light the burning bush Is it still a good feeling if the feeling is good She was everything and nothing as she fucking should Do I jump or run away I need a little push Never ever bout the pussy but I love her toosh Is a gamble ball of 8 it is a fucking roll Drowning in the ocean save me when she on patrol Drinking grappa enter dame an then the night unfold Used to losing all my power I ain't trusting hoes Entertained to be Germaine but I ain't fucking Cole But I am fucking cold Ducking blows this bitch ah throw at me she out control I guess I'll pay the toll My sanity ah seeing thru her pane into her soul If the feeling good An she confessing the professor he be laying wood Disconnected we connected as we blowing kush Unexpected we were fire light the burning bush Light the burning bush If the feeling good An she confessing the professor he be laying wood Disconnected we connected as we blowing kush Unexpected we were fire light the burning bush Light the burning bush But if the feeling good And she so bad Do I jump Do I run away