Lyrics Mbs - Meech

Talk to me, i wanna feel your vibe and see we got chemistry
Got the heart of the lion yeah yeah you got simile

Feels good, feels great
Feels good, feels great

Talk to me, i know your body and mind just move so simply
Why you stressing bout the time, conserve all that energy
Cause its, mind body soul babe
Mind body soul
Mind body soul babe
Mind body soul

Talk about the pressure, then we talk about depression
It's crazy how I go through all these sessions
Knocking out this demo then I hit you with the memo
I know LaLa took a knick to the head for melo
I call my women Queen not a bitch, cause its toxic
Fly out to Japan, or to France we got options
I need me an advance, take my Queen to the tropics
I'll probably hit my dance, when the DJ get it poppin
I was such lost kid, feeling so exhausted
I'm tryna cop a crib then we say this is our shit
Diamond on your wrist, yeah that touch get you flossing
Then we have some kids that'll always do that floss sh
All that stupid nonsense, Ring finger empty
I got some trust issues all that past tryna get me
But now i realize, that the moment to tempting
Go with your gut Meech, go with your
Go with your gut Meech, go with your gut
Shorty does love you, don't mess this jawn up
Probably on your bull sh, Remy in your cup
Too insecure, don't drop all that love
Got some mixed thoughts of changing you to my mrs
I got a bad habit of being all in your business
You see how the social, get me all in my feelings
I take the condom off to get all of that feeling
Damn