Lyrics to Under My Skin
I'm gonna feel like shit
U gon' feel like shit too
Lucky for you I'm a bigger person, better version
'Cause if I wasn't I'd have to stoop to your level
Itty, bitty, devil
Lucky for you, I've been workin', on my patience, been meditating
Be happy I'm not how I used to, cause I would've fucked you up Voodoo
I don't know why I even tried
To cater to your mess
No, I don't need your shit
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Now you know how I feel
Don't forget that
You ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit nah
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You only pay mind to whatever is shining
My future so bright, it's almost blinding
Fake Gucci shades blur your vision out
You'd sell out your mama just for the clout
I don't know why I even tried
To cater to your mess
No, I don't need your shit
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Now you know how I feel
Don't forget that
You ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit now
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
Holding grudgе
Side effects including:
Increased risk of heart disease, anxiety, a sucky personality, and death
Please consult your physician if you experience symptoms above
U gon' feel like shit too
Lucky for you I'm a bigger person, better version
'Cause if I wasn't I'd have to stoop to your level
Itty, bitty, devil
Lucky for you, I've been workin', on my patience, been meditating
Be happy I'm not how I used to, cause I would've fucked you up Voodoo
I don't know why I even tried
To cater to your mess
No, I don't need your shit
Auto-reply, blocked, unsubscribed
Now you know how I feel
Don't forget that
You ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit nah
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You only pay mind to whatever is shining
My future so bright, it's almost blinding
Fake Gucci shades blur your vision out
You'd sell out your mama just for the clout
I don't know why I even tried
To cater to your mess
No, I don't need your shit
Auto-rеply, blocked, unsubscribed
Now you know how I feel
Don't forget that
You ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit now
You ain't, you ain't shit
You ain't, you ain't shit
Holding grudgе
Side effects including:
Increased risk of heart disease, anxiety, a sucky personality, and death
Please consult your physician if you experience symptoms above
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