Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk GoldLink (Ft. Jesse Boykins III)

[Chorus: Jesse Boykins III]
Simple answers, bring no worry
Me laying low, wit' you near me
Stuck in between, you and my dreams
Faded from us, I'm deep in the sings, say woah, oh, oh
Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh)
Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm into feeling yours

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
I'ma sicko in this rap shit
On road, I'm active
GoldLink so rare, boy, they treat that nigga like a bad bitch
Ridin' 'round wit' that stick hid when I lift shit, leave the top bit
Then I analog with my left hand, hit the C-stick then I hit stick
Come up off that green, bitch
I don't wanna make no scene
Roll with them Southwest wild niggas lookin' like a team
Red bindi on your forehead, that shit lookin' like a beam
Free my nigga Big Solo, free Nahom, that's the team, that's on me

[Chorus: Jesse Boykins III]
Simple answers, bring no worry
Me laying low, wit' you near mе
Stuck in between, you and my dreams
Faded from us, I'm deep in thе sings, say woah, oh, oh
Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh)
Said I'm into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm into feeling your