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cam james - f.y.f. lyrics

you made me this (3x)
congratulations
savage…

verse 1

yeah
n0body know the pain i been hidin’
you said you needed love and affection i provided
then turned me into somethin’ else entirely i’m cold
i’m drownin’ in this liquor, then i chase it with these h___
my lows on the front side of my mind
they said i needed time
but that don’t fix sh-t, gotta hit, quit
then do it all again
all these new faces, old problems
on lock down, don’t know about ’em
no therapy, my s-x drive
on the autobahn in that armani
this sh-t been deep inside me
no arguin’ in lobbies
rather handle my depression in a f-ckin’ maserati
she wrapped around my tendo, don’t think she know karate
tryna get her off my d-ck n i just hit the ricky bobby
got yo bestie ridin’ shottie
she seen me on the rise
my cables in her box, i’m like a tv enterprise
but, i don’t need to stunt
don’t want tvs in my ride
all i wanted was that look up in yo eye
wonder why

hook

f-ck yo feelings
play the game that’s how it go
f-ck yo feelings
i ain’t wit’ it, you can catch me on the road
f-ck yo feelings
no more keepin’ all my problems on the low
f-ck yo feelings
while you out here playin’ games
i forgot yo f-ckin’ name
what you sayin’

“you don’t care, never took me over there” (f-ck em)
“yeen got no money, yeen never get my hair did”

lately you been actin’ like the blair witch (f-ck em)
never there

“whatever, you never cared”
’cause it ain’t about you

verse 2

baby these days, i freeze frame, got no antidote
for the poison inside, imma point at ‘em both
cause you wack, yo man lame, not a d-mn thang
gon change that, my campaign
get rich and blast yo d-mn name
is on and poppin’
my head been ringin’, throat congested
my shoulder lockin’
excuses subpar, got a ar to yo’ 40 glock ’n
you gon’ remember me i swear
get that fat crib and a chick
wit’ that fake -ss aaliyah hair
we been there, had a lot less in my pocket
my hustle young, my confidence
sky high in that rocket
i aim at the stars
can’t see past temporary love
20 women, different clubs
girl you know my vision was
next level, tryna schedule
flights, shows, sh-t get realer (k!lla k!lla)
i used to bust all in yo’ grill no concealer (k!lla k!lla)
back to that savage you remember
january december, yo drama
go back to sender, convo ender

hook

f-ck yo
life and yo emotions, got me really
cut throat
ricin’ wit the motion
now they feelin’ us so
started lookin’ at me
like a million bucks sold
swear to god it’s priceless

you reppin’ what i might get
i heard yo bestie got some mileage

- cam james lyrics

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