Feeling Lucky

Nah, nah-nah, nah You're feeling lucky You told me, you loved me (loved me) And I was in a hurry It was 7:30 A little too early Couldn't comprehend, swear to God you would drive me crazy (I'm losin' it) I'm goin' bad (goin' bad) I'm goin' back (goin' back) I'm goin' there (goin' there) Now push me to the edge, swear I'm goin' there Gettin' drunk in your apartment You wasn't from the city had to give your ass a pardon I moved you out the projects I invested in your body 'cause you wasn't moving toxic And this is coming from the heart don't judge me Yeah, don't judge me (ooh, ooh, ooh) Manifested, they can't forget us (nah, nah) Seen this shit was comin', looked to you like I was Terry Linen (yeah) Baby, you're the game, finesse the rules like I'm Andrew Wiggins (that's the shit) Push me to the edge, Steve-o got me somewhere out in Venice Most underrated, way too serious for entertainment All-access passes, gold plates on top of silk fabrics (yeah, yeah) Backstage to Backpage got bitches by the duos (yeah) Palace like a group home, treat a Penny like I'm two-tone (yeah) God blessed my existence, blessed me with forgiveness (yeah) I practice what I preach for the youths in detention (yeah, yeah) Circle 'round the shit that we never even mentioned (yeah, yeah, yeah) Like breaking down the hood proved to me that's just redemption She wanna f*ck with no rubber so I keep it for protection She told me that she loved me way before she had the Lexus Way before I had two braids with the necklace Riding Vespas, breakin' fast then I pray to Mecca You ask me how I feel Well this is how I feel Yeah, this is how I feel, babe This is how I feel Before you start to hate me resent me Calling up your best friend Telling her all the shit that I told you All that shit get messy All that shit get messy Any time I called you I was only checking on you