Really Feel - Deanté Hitchcock

Baby, tell me how you feel

Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel

Baby, tell me how you really really feel

Baby, tell me what it ain’t

Tell me what it is, tell me what you think

I don’t want it 'less it’s really really real

Baby, tell me what you love

Tell me what you hate, tell me what you like

Girl, I promise not to tell nobody

We can talk about the moon

We can see the world, we can talk religion

Tell me do you really think that there’s a God?

I know this ain’t what you used to

I mean, I know folks don’t really talk

Usually buried in they cell phone, prolly

I been guilty of it, too, I been tryna change

I been tryna feel something new and I think this can be the start

Baby, tell me 'bout your dreams

Tell me 'bout your hopes, tell me 'bout your fears

Girl, I promise you the whole world got 'em

'Member when you used to tell me back in the old days up in the city how it’s

real as fuck to be just who you are

All them nights up in the south

Sitting on the porch, talking 'bout the future

Singing «Everybody Needs Somebody»

Got us tryna get back to the way that it all used to be

Way back in the day, but it’s hard

Baby, tell me how you feel

Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel

Baby, tell me how you really really feel

Baby, tell me what it ain’t

Tell me what it is, tell me what you think

I don’t want it 'less it’s really really real

I saw the universe in a woman’s eyes, way too drunk to care

I couldn’t tell her anyway, boy that’s suicide

Slave to the pussy but I mean what would you advise of my situation?

I know I’m walking the thinnest line

These days, I mean, who wanna talk about the stars and shit?

«Nigga, if you don’t get yo broke ass!»

These days, I mean, it’s really all about your cars and shit

But I got the feeling that this won’t be the same

So baby, tell me what you need, I won’t tell nobody

(Digging) all up in that peach, I ain’t finna hold back

Feel like midnight on the beach when I’m holding your body

Knowing every time we leave that we coming right back

You feel like a release from the bullshit

Ain’t nobody pointing fingers from the pulpit, it’s cool

We can roll one and fade into the night for a minute

We can talk or we can fuck

It don’t really make no difference if it’s really real

Baby, tell me how you feel

Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel

Baby, tell me how you really really feel

Tell me what it ain’t

Tell me what it is, tell me what you think

I don’t want it 'less it’s really really real

One shot to the dome, I ain’t been up in so long

I took two blunts to the face

You here but you gone, right here is where you belong

Know we stuck but you hoping I stay

He did you wrong, leave all that baggage at home

I can’t afford the confusion

Girl you a problem, don’t you avoid the solution

Swear that nigga must’ve been stupid

Ok, I can feel it

Must be the Coke with the Henny that got you all up in your feelings

Don’t lie to the boy

I been on you for a minute, the moment just wasn’t presented

The timing is right

I come alive with the moon, I come alive with the stars

Let’s get on the road (hold up)

You can be big as Beyoncé, just get in the car

Girl, don’t make other plans

Phones on silent for the night

So you know it’s going down when I see you

And I know what you like already

You ain’t got to say a word

You ain’t got to make a sound when I see you

You ain’t gotta say a thing (no, no)

You ain’t gotta say a thing, baby girl, that’s fine

In too deep, we done crossed that line

What you need with my heart?

Baby girl, that’s mine

Don’t do me like that

Still stitched on my sleeve after all this time

Know I still got it for you after all this time

No doubt in my mind this is how it’s supposed to be

Hopefully, this can be something for real

Nights in the south

We need a moment to kick back in private

Girl, you know the deal

Man, you know the deal

Baby, tell me how you feel

Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel

Baby, tell me how you really really feel

Baby, tell me what it ain’t

Tell me what it is, tell me what you think

I don’t want it 'less it’s really really real