Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

Lyrics

[Chorus: Jesse Boykins III] Simple answers, bring no worry Me laying low, wit' you near me Stuck in between, you and my dreams Faded from us, I'm deep in the sings, say woah, oh, oh Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh) I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh) Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh) I'm into feeling yours [Verse 1: GoldLink] I'ma sicko in this rap shit On road, I'm active GoldLink so rare, boy, they treat that nigga like a bad bitch Ridin' 'round wit' that stick hid when I lift shit, leave the top bit Then I analog with my left hand, hit the C-stick then I hit stick Come up off that green, bitch I don't wanna make no scene Roll with them Southwest wild niggas lookin' like a team Red bindi on your forehead, that shit lookin' like a beam Free my nigga Big Solo, free Nahom, that's the team, that's on me [Chorus: Jesse Boykins III] Simple answers, bring no worry Me laying low, wit' you near mе Stuck in between, you and my dreams Faded from us, I'm deep in thе sings, say woah, oh, oh Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh) I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh) Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh) I'm into feeling your [Bridge] Yesterday was just really a trial run So today it gon' get real serious She was like, "Oh my God, you must be real curious" I was like, "Yeah, yeah, I must be real furious" Frustrated 'cause you been playin', playin' with that pussy She was like, "Oh my God, girl, are you with me?" Brighten my eyes before he took it now Ain't no surprise when he come come around Knock, knock [Verse 2: GoldLink] Ghetto church music for my yutes My partner growin' up said, "When you flash it, better shoot" My shooter always told me, "Don't you worry 'bout the truth' The truth is the music business fucked up since "Crew" I went from not having it all to having it all in a day Then I got everything, then my soul started fading away Nigga so famous, my whole city start feeling a way Nigga so famous, that when he post the world feeling a way Remember Soulection me? Remember 2014? Remember them double XL niggas who hotter than me? Now the hood love me, the Blackest women, they riot for me Grammy's on Grammy's, Grammy's on Grammy's like niggas OD'd Nigga please [Chorus: Jesse Boykins III] Simple answers, bring no worry Me laying low, wit' you near me Stuck in between, you and my dreams Faded from us, I'm deep in the sings, say woah, oh, oh Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh) I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh) Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh) I'm into feeling your (I'm)