Feenin’ For You

[Intro]
Yeah
You my habit
Uh
Look
[Verse 1]
You pull up late, hoodie low, eyes cold
Brown bag, pink pills, dreams sold
Got me pacing by the door, phone in hand
Every buzz from your name like a rubber band
Snap back to the nights in your Civic
Ash on your jeans, all the texts explicit
You laugh, say I’m hooked, say I’m done
But I’m sick when you dip, I can’t run
You the plug and the poison, that’s facts
Heart thump harder than the 10s in the back
I’m a fiend in the front row, waiting on a glance
Love cost more than the work in your pants
[Chorus]
I’m feenin’ for you
Like a line on a mirror I’m chasin’
I’m fiendin’, it’s true
Every touch got my whole head vacant
I’m feenin’ for you
Got my veins writing out your name, girl
I’m fiendin’, it’s you
Got me lost, got me locked in your strange world (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You count cash on my chest, nails chipped
Lips taste smoke, lil’ mint, lil’ sin
Say you tired of the block, tired of the risk
But you light when you talk, you alive in the mix
You don’t trust no one, keep a blade in your bra
Told me stories ‘bout the raids, all the raids that you saw
I just trace every scar like a map I can read
Every burn, every bruise, every time you had to bleed
You drop bags in the sink, wipe prints with a shirt
Then you climb in my lap, ask “you down for the dirt?”
Girl, I’m deep in this high, I’m deep in your mess
If they come for your neck, they gon’ find me obsessed
[Chorus]
I’m feenin’ for you
Like a line on a mirror I’m chasin’
I’m fiendin’, it’s true
Every touch got my whole head vacant
I’m feenin’ for you
Got my veins writing out your name, girl
I’m fiendin’, it’s you
Got me lost, got me locked in your strange world (woah)
[Bridge]
Every bag, every brick, that’s cool
But I’m stuck on the nights back in high school
When you passed me a note, not a capsule
You was talkin’ ‘bout a ring, not a last move
When did we switch from the dance to the deal?
From a crush to a crutch I can’t kill?
If love is a charge, then I’m takin’ the case
‘Cause I’d rather do time than give up your taste (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Blue lights in the rearview, heart skip
You say “chill, baby boy, don’t trip”
But the stash in the dash, and my life in your hands
If we crash, if we flash, that’s the end of my plans
You just smirk, switch lanes like a game
Say “if we go out, we go out with a flame”
I stare at your profile, calm in the chaos
You hit the exit, vanish like a payoff
Now I’m home on the couch, but I still shake
Clock check, phone check, feel fake
You ain’t text in an hour, that’s a week in my head
I’m sweatin’ out your touch like it’s dope in my sweat
[Chorus]
I’m feenin’ for you
Like a line on a mirror I’m chasin’
I’m fiendin’, it’s true
Every touch got my whole head vacant
I’m feenin’ for you
Got my veins writing out your name, girl
I’m fiendin’, it’s you
Got me lost, got me locked in your strange world
[Outro]
You my high, you my hurt, you my cure, you my curse
From the first to the last, put my name in the dirt
If they ask what I need, it ain’t cash, it ain’t food
It’s that knock on the door, it’s just you, it’s just you (yeah)

rap, Moody trap club record with male vocals, dark bell lead over deep subs and crisp hi-hats; verses ride a laid-back yet menacing pocket, hook explodes with layered chants and octave doubles, sparse auto-tuned harmonies on key phrases, ad-libs tucked in the sides, late-night mix with heavy low-end and distant reverb tails