Mixed Feelings Lyrics

I got feelings that be mixed up like prescriptions in this cup that I been sipping

But you don’t wanna listen 'cause I’m

Saucin' drippin'

Talking different, yeah

Saucin' drippin'

Talking different yeah

I got feelings that be mixed up like prescriptions in this cup that I been sipping

But you don’t wanna listen 'cause I’m

Saucin' drippin'

Talking different, yeah

Saucin' drippin'

Talking different yeah

I won't lie

I see it in your eyes

I can tell when you smile that you hate your life

On the gram all you post is lies

I'mma send you my new addy and I hope you slide

How you been? where you been? what you been up to

How much time do you be spending with this other dude

Do he laugh, do he love, or take care of you

Please tell me more about how none of this is fair to you

You think I robbed you of this love, how you think I feel

You was dark skinned viv and I was Uncle Phil

None of these women play the role the same to keep it real

I know nobody make you feel what I made you feel

And that's a fact, I can tell because you're coming back

I keep you coming hitting holes like I'm a running back

And if you punt it baby girl then I'mma run it back

Leave the mascot and kick it where the starter's at

I want you back

I got feelings that be mixed up like prescriptions in this cup that I been sipping

But you don’t wanna listen 'cause I’m

Saucin' drippin'

Talking different, yeah

Saucin' drippin'

Talking different yeah

I got feelings that be mixed up like prescriptions in this cup that I been sipping

But you don’t wanna listen 'cause I’m

Saucin' drippin'

Talking different, yeah

Saucin' drippin'

Talking different, yeah

Cup full of pink and a bed full of memories

Body count high and it's full of dead enemies

Dozen roses on my grave I can smell em now

I'd do anything to change if you tell me how

Know I put you on ice, hate the cold lights

Our love was like coals made for fire fights

You sent some shots I sent em back

We poured some shots then we threw em back

Look at where that got us at

Now your clothes on the floor

There's a tie on the door

Now my hand is your hair

And you be calling out for more, whoa

Thought we 'spose to take it slow, nah

Now we lying on the floor, whoa

There's a tie on the door, whoa

You be calling out for more