All I did is say I have feelings for you And all you do is shit all over it And tell me you want me to get over you And that you want nothing to do with me That's hurtful, Bryson I did nothing to you I've done nothing to you For a year, all you did was

What's with all these niggas and they feelings, man? All of this and I'm still the man Thought of this when I was just a fan But all this money wasn't in the plan Now it's all about them Benjamins Ballin' hard and you in the stands All this money I'm a

Just me and you It's me and you And I still live with my parents I've never fell in love I've saved those feelings for you Let's do all the stupid shit that young kids do Because I'm 18 Yeah they're not like yours Well yours are more understanding

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

Broken home, all alone I just want to know the truth What is wrong with me? I cannot fight now I feel like a weak link BROKEN HOME! BROKEN HOOOOME! I can't seem to fight these feelings I'm caught in the middle of this And my wounds are not healing

There’s no way that it’s not going there With the way that we’re looking at each other We just dance backwards into each other Trying to keep our feelings secretly covered Every second with you I want another But maybe we can hold off one sec So we can

The way that he touch me, no, I can't get enough He keeping me up all night long He motivate me, yeah, that's my baby He really hit me with my body talk He got me singing ooh la, la, la, la, la, la, ey I'm catching feelings He motivate me, yeah, that's

Without truth Yet we want to spare the feelings of those we love We've all lied But there is always room for forgiveness my friend So don't treat me bad just be glad I am strong I know where I belong

For one moment I wish you'd hold your stage With no feelings at all Open-minded I'm sure I used to be so free Scraping away at my mind Please stop asking me to describe Break me in, teach us to cheat And to lie, cover up

I stick with real things Usually facts and figures When information's in its place I minimize the guessing game Guess what? (What?) I don't like guessing games Or when I feel things Before I know the feelings How am I supposed to operate