Feel Better - After The Smoke

Make my

Life feel better

You make my

Life feel better

Bad bitches, bad bitches

All I see is bad bitches

Bad bitches, bad bitches

All I see is bad bitches

Bad bitches, bad bitches

All I see is bad bitches

From across the room you look like a jewel

That I still feel the grasp

Is it cool if we chill, with a laugh

And here’s a glass of high octane

And a lot of champagne, hips that never stop swayin'

And go stupid if I gave you block brain

Going down like stock exchange, stop playin', don’t complain

Listen to what I’m talking 'bout

We exchange bruises then you lose and if I’m walking out

Chill with that wack shit, if we back shit

It’s all over your hips like chapstick that crack shit

That white on white

Showing me your side of life

What’s so special, pulling me from all them girls I kinda like

Oh shit

That’s that?

Hoping we don’t rap that

Provoking me to wax that

Oh baby can you relax that

My credit card’s been maxed out

Hit me with your voodoo

I’m about to do you and there’s nothing better to do

Who knew

If it’s all the same

Then I won’t go down that road

And if it’s all a game

Then I won’t go down alone