Stevie McFly - Might Catch Feelings lyrics

It's eleven and I'm on the stage with seven Of my homies, molly got my rollin, feelin like it's heaven I walk up to the bar, lookin like a star Tryna get a PBR, ‘cause that sh**'s my favorite beverage I see you next to a stressed dude, dressed rude You musta sneezed next to Jesus, ‘cause that body say he blessed you You eyin me like a n***a made of money And your eyes ain't lyin, these are Louboutins, honey I pause, thinkin, “Lost cause,” your girls is lookin funny But then I turn around and see them all walkin up to me They said, “Damn, she lost her tongue tryna talk to you” Well, sh**, if that's the case, I got a tongue that I can offer you And since your friends are helping, they won't be an obstacle So long as you ain't tryna cuff me up like the constable You can come up to the crib and let me get a shot at you I'll have you seeing colors like lysergic acid particles Damn; you got a n***a reelin So I gotta use protection or I might catch feelings So we up in the crib, three o'clock, and we chillin Lookin like the gulf from the way the liquor spillin And the sh** that I be drinkin got me feelin like a villain And I'm lookin at your clothes to see what you concealing Two white Russians got me bombed like I'm Boston And you hittin the bowls like Eric Koston We take it up to my room, feelin awesome I want your body, but your eyes I be lost in I ask if it's too soon You say get a Blue's Clue, you ain't got sh** to prove You kissin my neck got me leanin like screw juice And I got your love craft wetter than Cthulu You watch me like Hulu, I take off my Gucci Lay your a** down, put my tongue on that coochie You can't help from moving, you sweeter than Swiss Miss And you know when I hit that it's not hit or miss You bend over the bed and put my dick inside you I'm rubbing your clit and you know how to grind, ooh You got my name up on the ceiling Gotta use protection or I might catch feelings We head to the diner for breakfast We doin this again? You say, “Quit talkin reckless I ain't tryna have you hangin round like a necklace I don't even care how f**in good the s** is” I say, “When I'm gone, you gon miss me I ain't your cup of tea, but I am your shot of whiskey” You laugh and ask for the check Outside your crib, one last kiss on the neck You go inside, I get in my ride, go across the city It hits me real quickly that I'm getting dizzy And even though I thought that sh** was no biggie I really do want you to keep f**ing with me I can't say I love you like Bobby and Whitney But I also can't say that I thought you would dis me Don't know what this sh** be, don't know why I'm reelin But suddenly, seems like I just caught feelings