Lyrics Feel Better - After The Smoke

Feel Better

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