I can't say that love hasn't always felt like a third degree burn

Beat: "BASTARD" by Zach Sutton

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Lyrics:
whats the matter love I'm right
why you running from my sight
always tryna start a fight
and baby fuck I think I might

run from real shit
I can’t keep pretending to 
give half them
sobbing into cellophane
or carbon-fiber instruments

I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT

I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT

SANS OF MY MIND
I PUT MY PEN TO THE PAGE
VOID OF MY SEMPITERNAL
NEED TO ENGAGE

YOU AIN'T FUCK WITH IT
HOW MANY TIMES DO I 
HAVE TO TELL THEM I DON’T GET 
NO JOY FROM THIS
COY AND SHIT
HIDE FROM IT
PORCELAIN

HYPERACTIVE SUPER-CURRENT
STILL DISTRACTED MUSIC SERVANT
LUSTFUL STUPID LUCID 
WOUNDED HIDING IN A BEAT PRETENDING
HE CAN’T SEE THE EDGE AND IF A MOTHERFUCKER GOING THROUGH IT
SUPERFICIAL POSER COULDN’T DREAM AGAIN UNTIL IT’S OVER

I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT

I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT

I CAN'T FEEL RIGHT (PROD ZACH SUTTON)

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