Feel Inside

[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