feel the love. (feat. BadMilo.)

Why you always calling me out on my bullshit Like what's the deal what's the deal No you never ever been real No you never ever been real I don't even feel the love The kinda love That's our kind of love I said, why you always calling me out on my bullshit Like what's the deal what's the deal No, you never ever been real No, you never ever been real I could write a book about the stupid shit these bitches love to say Ain't it how you want it I could make a million in a million ways I ain't even want to take the whole plate I just want a little taste Now look at you, handkerchief in your hand wiping the crumbs up off my face Aye Why you always, always calling me out on my bullshit Like whats the deal Push me out the way and you been parting out the seas Baby, no, you never ever needed me I said, why you always calling me out on my bullshit Like what's the deal? What's the deal No, you never ever been real No, you never ever been real Never been real, ventriloquist Like a hand in your back, are you feeling this still It's a process, this is just a hot mess New mop, soak the water of the Loch Ness Are you feeling me still Trickery is kept, close to the heart, double breast Shit gets slippery when wet Better bring your pencil to the test Sharpen up your knife, it's the chef Cut, cut, cut Why you always calling me out on my bullshit Like what's the deal what's the deal Like what's the deal what's the deal Why you always calling me out on my bullshit Like what's the deal what's the deal Like what's the deal Yeah Yeah Oh What's up beautiful humans Welcome back to Universe Radio I'm your host, BadMilo I know I'm not a weatherman but We got quite the heat wave coming to you So sit back, relax Put your fucking flip-flops on I don't give a shit Enjoy yourself