Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SahBabii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Saaheem Valdery
Songwriter
Rockim "T3" Valdery
Songwriter
Rodney Montreal
Songwriter
Andre Robertson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bizness Boi
Producer
Fortune
Producer
Aaron Bennett
Recording Engineer
Sage Skolfield
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost)
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (For real)
I need me some healin' (For real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings (No)
[PostChorus]
Crunch time (Crunch time)
Crunch time (Time)
We get in a jam and get out (Get out)
Only option I see is the top
Uh, I'm sure (I'm sure)
I'm sure (I'm sure)
It feel just like I do (I do, yeah)
What should I do?
[Verse 1]
I'm lost in this world (World)
But I can't get tricked by no girl (No girls)
I play with her pearl (Her pearl)
And I can fuck up her whole world
Boi-oi-oing (Boi-oing)
She bounce on that dick, toes curled (Toes curled)
But fuck these bitches, I'm tryna run up these riches (Run it up)
Don't depend on me, you'd probably put a pin on me (Psh)
Can't fuck with these ****, they be lyin', they too cringy
I can't, I can't, I can't
My guns got genres, stick rock out, Glock R&B
You ain't got no gun, how the fuck you think you in the car with me? (Get out)
Talkin' 'bout other bitches, baby, don't start with me (Sit down)
You worried 'bout other bitches, you could've been a star with me (Should've, would've, could've)
My stomach start hurtin' when I get to arguing
You worried 'bout bitches and I'm worried 'bout poverty (Two different things)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost)
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (For real)
I need me some healin' (For real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings (No)
[Verse 2]
Got an opp on my DM, I left him on read
I ain't say nothin', my brother said that's what it said (Yeah)
He must be a sped or the **** must be the feds
Either way, this pussy **** got death ahead (Brrt)
He playin' both sides, I heard you switch on your guys
These rappers be tellin' these lies, these **** be idolizin'
Might as well do porn, these **** go ride on dick and advertise it
Baby, kick it by yourself, these **** fake, I'ma emphasize it
Yeah, I get her pussy wet, baby girl, I don't need to moisturize it
I gotta do that
I know your goals, I'ma get you a business, we gon' franchise it
I'm gon' do that
Keep it on the low, I don't think that we should publicize it
We gotta do that
My side bitch don't know my main 'cause I organized it
I organized it
[Chorus]
Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost)
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (For real)
I need me some healin' (For real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings
Written by: Andre Robertson, Rockim Delval Valdery, Rodney Jeffrion Montreal Jr., Rodney Montreal, Saaheem Valdery