[Intro: Kid Ink]
Yeah, that's just how I feel inside
Inside, she just wanna get inside
Hop up then and get inside
That's just how I feel
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I'm, young and getting it busy nigga always pressed for time
Moving in fast forward you can sit and press rewind
Sipping champagne I don't really mess or whine
I leave that simping to them bitches and them nigga crying
About them bitches nigga I don't really do that either
I paint a picture pimp it easy for you on that easel
Got the gas in the whip but this ain't sour diesel
Every day is Friday I hit you with that Deebo
Blunt as fat as Cee Lo, rolling up on my cd
Then roll up all the windows, smoke till can't nobody see me
I got a quarterback pass that I'm wide receiving
You messing up rotation talking 'bout how soft my seat is
'Trina ass every move I know you slip and slide
Check baby I could get you wetter come and hit the tide
Said I ain't tryna brag, just tryna speak my mind
I don't say it much, that's just how I feel inside
[Chorus: Kid Ink]
(Ow!) That’s just how I feel inside
That’s just how I feel inside
(Laid back nigga) That’s just how i sit inside
(Heard the leather soft) She just wanna feel inside
That’s just how I feel inside (feel inside)
That’s just how I feel inside
(Both windows up) That’s just how I sit inside
(Heard the leather soft) She just wanna feel inside
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Fresh from the stove, baked cinnamon rolls
Got your bitch in a robe takin' pictures with her tits pressed—
Against the Rolls Royce windows, her body bendin'
Spinnin', posing into positions, it's kinda tempting
'Cause I'm more interested in loot, gaining interest
See me sitting in that coupe with the race fittings
Artificial equipment, aspirated engines
Some niggas slippin', other niggas straight gettin' it
Which one is ya? You on drugs, or you on your business?
This game'll kill ya, I. ain't gon' be witcha
When it come to split ya, I'ma be cold chillin'
Stoned watchin' The Simpsons, thinkin' 'bout some pimp shit
Championship reign extended, every year we won the pendent
The livest niggas in it, the coldest ever did it
The building chronic scented, we smoke the bombest spinach
Baddest bitches witness, full-length chinchillas
[Chorus: Kid Ink]
(Ow!) That’s just how I feel inside
That’s just how I feel inside
(Laid back nigga) That’s just how i sit inside
(Heard the leather soft) She just wanna feel inside
That’s just how I feel inside (feel inside)
That’s just how I feel inside
(Both windows up) That’s just how I sit inside
(Heard the leather soft) She just wanna feel inside
