Correction Lyrics Useless Feelings by Internet Money

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I don't give a f**k what you think, b*t*h!
You the Devil, ahaha!
Cut that b*t*h off!
b*t*h, don't call my phone, I'm way too gone
(I'm way too gone, gone)
I'm way too gone
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Don't call my phone, don't call my, don't call my phone

She like n***as with some money, but I know she got a bag too
Lately, I'vе been thinkin' of anything I could use to replace you
I know that's f**kеd up, but I know you don't care
Smoke this big boofy blunt, take me way out of here
Yeah, I think I'm losin' all of my useless feelings
b*t*h, I really need it, never seen that
Tie my demons up and leave 'em hangin' from the ceiling
b*t*h, I really need, never seen, no

Don't know why so often I'm feelin' like I'm runnin' out of time
There ain't no telling what I'm thinkin' 'bout when I'm not high
Big baguettes, she keep on starin' and she might go blind
While you be worried 'bout that b*t*h, I count the sack all night
When I go home, I get my dope half-price
I'm smokin' exotic, b*t*hes throwin' ass on the private
Throwin' ass on the private
Yeah, I think I'm losin' all of my useless feelings
b*t*h, I really need it, never seen that
Tie my demons up and leave 'em hangin' from the ceiling
b*t*h, I really need, never seen, no
I'm smokin' exotic, b*t*hes throwin' ass on the private
Throwin' ass on the private

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