Yeah
Q, let me know when you're recording
Oh, you're recording?
Oh shit
Yo
Welcome to the Fuck Yo Feelings mixtape
I go by the name of Affion Crockett
Yeah
This Robert Glasper's shit
But fuck his feelings
I hate that nigga
Robert Glasper is a talented young man
But he looks old as fuck
He don't bathe or shaves
Fuck his feelings
On drums we got
Chris "Daddy" Dave
But I ain't gon' call that nigga daddy
You need a new nickname, nigga
Fuck your nickname
And your feelings
Oh! Derrick Hodge on bass
That nigga's just nice, I ain't got nothing negative to say about him
But fuck his feelings
He plays so well he gotta have emotions and feelings
So fuck 'em
Fuck Yo Feelings, it's the mixtape!
I wanna invite everybody
To turn to your left and turn to your right
And look at the person next to you
And say Fuck. Yo. Feelings
You are welcome to fuck they feelings with my dick
Disease-free fucking
Yeah, fuck they feelings
Nasty porno style
With some cream on they god damn back
Fuck they feelings
Jahi Sundance on the ones and twos
Oh, he's the nastiest DJ in the world
But he dresses horrible
Fuck his feelings
That nigga got on some weed pants today
And shoes to match!
And no socks, fuck your ankles nigga
Oh, Chris don't be playing with me
Don't give me a real beat
Fuck yo feelings, ayy, ayy
This the longest intro ever
Huh, I might have to say something on this one
I might have to say something
Fuck yo feelings nigga
Where your feelings at, fuck 'em
Yo
Ayy
Listen here, listen here
With your ear, listen here
With your ear, yo
Listen, yo
It come a time in a man's life
When he don't know where he gon' go
Better known as a no-show
Absent-minded but have to find it
That's the Heimlich
Taking your breath like a mountain top, you can't climb it
So you better meditate or your head'll break
Relax in a better state, we act with no hesitate
Or stay stuck
You'll be levitating with your face fucked
Leg raised and waist up
Get dropped to that concrete and taste blood
Oh, so you never imagined the outcome?
Or ever questioned that vagina you came out from?
That's maternal, that can burn you like a black inferno
If you don't learn the identity you
Ho, ho, the fuck are you doing?
I told you to intro man, why are you rhymin'?
Nigga 'cause I'm a rapper
Yeah, you're not a fu- I asked you to do the fucking intro
Just intro: 'Robert Glasper, the fucking band', get the fuck out
Are you upset right now?
Yeah, I'm- Yeah I'm upset, it's my fucking mixtape!
Are you in your feelings?
What the fu-? you can't use that against me
Nigga, fuck yo feelings!
Fuck that
When I divorce the vultures
Stop rhyming!
You can go intercourse your emotions
Stop fucking rhyming!
Yo, you heard what I said, nigga? I said 'intercourse your emotions'
That's like a better way to say-
I was not- I was not- Ha ha ha
Fuck yo feelings'
Yeah, dude. Do that shit at home though, my nigga
Alright
I'm the one with the bars
Bars to Mars, I play guitars
Mmm, I might spar
Maybe not? I don't know
Coming through, where's the snow?
Outside, in the sky, hmm
I'm so high
Rap keeps coming through
Hungry, piece of pie
Mm-hmm
Serious, tougher or not
'Bout to come through because I rock the spot
I'm a bugger, you're snot
Wait-
I'm-
Did you say 'hmm'?
Yeah, I was thinking tho
You said- you said 'hmm' twice, is that a lyric?
Keith, just uh, just uh, can you- can you edit him out?
Can you edit Affion out?
Yeah, just cut that last part that Robert did
Just, just cut it out
Fuck yo feelings, nigga!