Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk

[Chorus: Jesse Boykins III]

Simple answers, bring no worry

Me laying low, wit' you near me

Stuck in between, you and my dreams

Faded from us, I'm deep in the sings, say woah, oh, oh

Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)

I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh)

Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)

I'm into feeling yours

[Verse 1: GoldLink]

I'ma sicko in this rap shit

On road, I'm active

GoldLink so rare, boy, they treat that nigga like a bad bitch

Ridin' 'round wit' that stick hid when I lift shit, leave the top bit

Then I analog with my left hand, hit the C-stick then I hit stick

Come up off that green, bitch

I don't wanna make no scene

Roll with them Southwest wild niggas lookin' like a team

Red bindi on your forehead, that shit lookin' like a beam

Free my nigga Big Solo, free Nahom, that's the team, that's on me

[Chorus: Jesse Boykins III]

Simple answers, bring no worry

Me laying low, wit' you near mе

Stuck in between, you and my dreams

Faded from us, I'm deep in thе sings, say woah, oh, oh

Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)

I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh)

Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)

I'm into feeling your

[Bridge]

Yesterday was just really a trial run

So today it gon' get real serious

She was like, "Oh my God, you must be real curious"

I was like, "Yeah, yeah, I must be real furious"

Frustrated 'cause you been playin', playin' with that pussy

She was like, "Oh my God, girl, are you with me?"

Brighten my eyes before he took it now

Ain't no surprise when he come come around

Knock, knock

[Verse 2: GoldLink]

Ghetto church music for my yutes

My partner growin' up said, "When you flash it, better shoot"

My shooter always told me, "Don't you worry 'bout the truth'

The truth is the music business fucked up since "Crew"

I went from not having it all to having it all in a day

Then I got everything, then my soul started fading away

Nigga so famous, my whole city start feeling a way

Nigga so famous, that when he post the world feeling a way

Remember Soulection me? Remember 2014?

Remember them double XL niggas who hotter than me?

Now the hood love me, the Blackest women, they riot for me

Grammy's on Grammy's, Grammy's on Grammy's like niggas OD'd

Nigga please

[Chorus: Jesse Boykins III]

Simple answers, bring no worry

Me laying low, wit' you near me

Stuck in between, you and my dreams

Faded from us, I'm deep in the sings, say woah, oh, oh

Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)

I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh)

Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)

I'm into feeling your (I'm)