Letra da Música Feel Inside Remix (Feat. Nas, Nicki Minaj) de Mary J. Blige

Turn the track up a little bit
We need to rock in here

I wanna make you happy

It's a hundred dollar cash
Give your hundred percent
You can do the math
20 20 vision

I'm not at all happy or elated
This category ain't my favorite
It's my story, I'mma state it
You could love it or hate it
I'm just a misfit blessed with good dick and intelligence
Hood nigga holding no grudges on petty shit
I started, why are we cold-hearted, so guarded
Scared to get hurt, trying not to love the hardest
That's garbage, remember when we loved each other
Bathtub scrubbed each other, chillin', champagne spillin'
Uh, feelin' like the shit gon' last forever
Time went so fast, we had a blast together
Laughs we had, friends we spent time with
Now I be seeing your friends out, then I'm reminded
How we all used to gather up for the holidays
Now your friends all nervous to speak, they act afraid
I was your bestie, how it get to this
As I reminisce, takin' off my Mj's in my empty crib
Mary

I wanna make you happy
But you just don't see it
I wanna be around, babe
But I'm so tired of competing
We say all the wrong things
Till we make each other cry
What are we doing?
Will it ever get better?
My heart, my soul
I gave, it's yours
I can't get back
All the things that I lost
Boy, I love you
But you're pushing me away

I gave you everything that I got
Watched my feelings walk on by
Ever get sick of trying?
This is how I feel inside, I feel inside

Now I was hoping
We'd get through this together
You said you'd love me
Through all types of stormy weather
Wasn't it you who said
We'd be together for all time
But it keeps messing with my mind
My heart, my soul
I gave, it's yours
I can't get back
All the things that I lost
I need you here near me
But I can't make you stay

I gave you everything that I got
Watched my feelings walk on by
Ever get sick of trying?
This is how I feel inside

Laze up just every boot, I'm more good
Keys in that thing, interior or wood
Now ending hills is on the rearview
But piece of mon is what I don't got
You make a girl hit up the dope spot
White line, is a thin line
Prenup, been signed, so quit playing, pinch time

Guess who used to say yes boo
Now when you say baby is fake
Test who, jet white, we on to jet blue
Skinny tight on that thing, we're the fresh blue
Super star, you know I'm in the press room
That's where im shitting on these bitches, restroom hahaha
That's ca ca ca ca, Get the fuck up out my face
Blow that rah rah rah rah you been wack
Might send some Brooklyn niggas
Get ya kidnapped with ya bitch ass
Hit the dryer cause ya washed, splish splash

I never thought that I would have this feeling
Do you think for once that you can truly mean it
Wasting so much time disagreeing
See, I'm to the point where I don't know what I believe in

If you don't want this, I don't want this
I do my morning crunches
Play my jazz, pray to the east, and watch the sunset
Uh, but yet I was blowin' you up the other night
Could tell your girl was telling you what to write back
Tell me why it's like that

So make up your mind, boy decide
We can't go on like this, this ain't right
Feeling really bad, feeling kinda low
Think it's time to go

I gave you everything that I got
Watched my feelings walk on by
Ever get sick of trying?
This is how I feel inside