Flavor

floored, I don't feel right
 so much flavor he抯 sick you know
 give up love your arm suffers
 so I can invite her spit
 I don't feel right so much flavor I抦 sick
 but don't trip.
 love, I don't feel right
 so much flavor he抯 very, very sick
 give up love your arm suffers
 so she can invite all of our spit
 I don't feel right so much flavor
 I'm sick but don't trip
 eyes are shut crib cries
 flush loose teeth pistol whipped
 she faints you抮e gone bye, bye
 God she's so sick of being second
 taste dies sex when high heart goes limp
 she cares you抮e gone bye, bye
 God she's so sick of being second
 God she's so sick of being second
 God it抯 such a sin to be second
 have you ever witnessed full blown romance
 and there ain抰 no question they held hands like
 we did and your love thank you for having me
 I抳e witnessed timeless love
 You抮e gone bye, bye
 I don't feel right, I don't feel right
 I don't feel right
 God she抯 so sick of being second never again
 God it抯 such a sin to be second