So Many Feelings - Vanessa Hill, Sho Baraka

So many feelings

What do you mean what do I mean?

So many feelings

We’ve talked about this before.

You hurt my feelings

Oh really?

Alright…

(So many feelings)

All up in 'em, caught up in 'em

I live in 'em, you don’t get 'em

(So many feelings)

I do not want you to fix it, but I just want you to listen

Yeah, I just want you to listen

We keep crossing the signals and crossing the wires

And now I just wanna leave

You feel disrespected, I won’t let you protect me from all other crazy things

I do not want you to fix it, no, but I just want you to listen

Yeah, I just want you to listen

(So many feelings)

All up in 'em, caught up in 'em

I live in 'em, you don’t get 'em

(So many feelings)

All up in 'em, caught up in 'em

I live in 'em, you don’t get 'em

I think you think I can mind read (for real)

And I think you ignore my needs

And you speak of hurt as if I try to plan it

I think we living on different planets

I say something, you get offended (seriously)

You say «Damn Cliff, you never listen!»

So then I shut up and you shut down

And I’m just like «yo, what I do now?»

Here lies grave that we dance around

Our fight played out with no sound

We argue so much, it’s like we love it

Yesterday it was sex, today about the budget

Now listen I’m cool, drop the subject

I’m three seconds way from just saying f--k it

I must admit sometimes I wanna quit

Cause I feel like my feelings don’t mean shit

We pray, we talk about faith

But why you never seem to show me grace?

You step on my toes and keep on dancing

Then you wonder why I’m not romantic

Tragedy up on your majesty

We been fighting each other since Adam and Eve

You got the murder weapon but you claim your hands are clean

You wanna talk it out but I need my space to breathe

How’s my soul, you’ll never know

We make grave mistakes, dig more holes

In the backyard, try to hide the bones

We know skeletons will never grow

Fool ourselves hiding our dead bodies

Murder murder murder just seems to be the hobby

Cool, shots fired, you got me

A house full of death but we act so godly

(So many feelings)

All up in 'em, caught up in 'em

I live in 'em, you don’t get 'em

(So many feelings)

All up in 'em, caught up in 'em

I live in 'em, you don’t get 'em