Catchin Feelings

Stop staring,
I’m not caving,
I mean I like that thing you do,
When I’m that thing you blew
I mean I like you too,
I mean I like you to.

Don’t get it twisted,
This isn’t fated,
This be us getting high,
Headin for the sky.

I’m that thing you blew,
Don’t stick like glue,
Don’t hope for more,
This is all for show.

I mean can’t you tell?
Don’t go catching hope,
Though I’m dope,
You ain’t lockin no one down,

In this god forsaken town.
Don’t go catchin glimpses,
Of my inches,
You ain’t meeting the crew,
Just cause I was something you blew.

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