(drops on all plats later today) I can't but just hate your dress and your heels, But you wear 'em with love — I wish I knew how it feels. I can't but just hate your dress and your heels, But you wear 'em with love — I wish I knew how it feels. (Feels) (Feels) (Feels) (Feels) I keep on playing with fire, my vice is hard to conceal. I'll make a film inside my room, and when it's all over I'll send it to you. Don't want nobody to mourn me. I've walked this road before, and I got fans that adore me. (Huh, huh) I love the bottom, forget 'bout my problems. (?) Say whatever I want. I don't got nobody leaning over my shoulder. I thought about my career — I want it over.more