Feel Like Sam

Lyrics

[Chorus] In disguise, my jeans Undercover Hold it down when it comes to my brothers I'm with Gads pass him the cutta Goin' fast I might fumble Call my bitch I'm tryna cuddle I don't flex I stay subtle Hit the dab I'm blowing out bubbles Hit the trap cause I'm tryna hustle Touchdown in a whole nother state I'm speedin' Smoke me a whole nother eighth I'm fienin' Girl I don't want you, the reason for cheatin' I can't hop in the Hellcat, I don't fuck with the Demons Pray to god for all my achievements Pray to god just to clutch all my feelings I feel like I died I feel like I wanna get high I feel like I wanna cry [Verse] Tell my baby, "I'm your guy" And shе tellin' me she cold Comе here I can keep you warm inside You say you stayin' by my side If your ex come around, Imma up that fye on him What I said, I'm tired of him I'm tired of niggas hatin' in my mails Call my bestie tryna make some fucking bands Call up Chico heard he copped a fucking Benz Call up Macten tryna tap in with the scams Crash the whip now I feel like Sam Do what I want, I feel like Sam Got me a show gotta shout out Sam Streams goin' up gotta shout out Sam Face it, all the blunts I gotta face em' All these problems I gotta face em' [Chorus] In disguise, my jeans Undercover Hold it down when it comes to my brothers I'm with Gads pass him the cutta Goin' fast I might fumble Call my bitch I'm tryna cuddle I don't flex I stay subtle Hit the dab I'm blowing out bubbles Hit the trap cause I'm tryna hustle Touchdown in a whole nother state I'm speedin' Smoke me a whole nother eighth I'm fienin' Girl I don't want you, the reason for cheatin' I can't hop in the Hellcat, I don't fuck with the Demons Pray to god for all my achievements Pray to god just to clutch all my feelings In disguise, my jeans Undercover Hold it down when it comes to my brothers I'm with Gads pass him the cutta Goin' fast I might fumble Call my bitch I'm tryna cuddle I don't flex I stay subtle Hit the dab I'm blowing out bubbles [Outro] In disguise, my jeans Undercover Hold it down when it comes to my brothers I'm with Gads pass him the cutta Goin' fast I might fumble Call my bitch I'm tryna cuddle I don't flex I stay subtle Hit the dab I'm blowing out bubbles Hit the trap cause I'm tryna hustle Touchdown in a whole nother state I'm speedin' Smoke me a whole nother eighth I'm fienin' Girl I don't want you, the reason for cheatin' I can't hop in the Hellcat, I don't fuck with the Demons Pray to god for all my achievements Pray to god just to clutch all my feelings I feel like I died I feel like I wanna get high I feel like I wanna