Octavian, Theophilus London — Feel It

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You must be out of your mind, must be out of your mind
Out of your mind, out of your mind
Are you dumb? Are you out your mind?
You must be out of your mind
Out of your mind, out of your mind

Roll through the city, you’re rolling with me
You’re like, «Shit, man, this car go fast» (Skrrt skrrt)
Leave the lights lows, black windows, you can’t see us
Tell ’em you belong in the dark, you’re a star (Hey)

I know they wish that they ride like me
And your fake friend told you not to rock with me
I think they mad ’cause they not like me
Won’t you tell ’em, baby girl? (Ain’t no stopping me)
You know Young T skank up her tongue ring
Grip up her backside, back up her bum-bum
Yeah, grip her pompom, get the Ciroc, oh
This a ting lock, bro, yeah, T and Octo

If you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it
Feel it, feel it
If you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it
Feel it, feel it

You must be out of your mind, you must be out of your mind
Oh, out of your mind, out of your mind
Are you dumb? Are you out your mind?
You must be out of your mind
Out of your mind, out of your mind

You got that big ass on the dance floor
Just you give me that up, just you give me some more
What is it that you ask for?
Just give me that love, just give me some more

If you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it
Feel it, feel it
If you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it
Feel it, feel it

You must be out of your mind, you must be out of your mind
Oh, out of your mind, out of your mind
Are you dumb? Are you out your mind?
You must be out of your mind
Out of your mind, out of your mind

You got that big ass on the dance floor
Just you give me that up, just you give me some more
What is it that you ask for?
Just give me that love, just give me some more

You got that big ass on the dance floor
What is it that you ask for?
Just give me that love, just give me some more