Mick Jenkins
Make Me Feel Alive
[Verse 1 – Saint Ripley]
Make me feel alive! Don’t want you in my life!
You fucked me like you love me
So just get up out of my sight, and get off top me
Yeah, yeah, so get off top me!
Yeah, you make me feel alive
Way you pour out, overflow me
I’m so closed off, I can’t help it
My heart’s broken, and it’s bone dry
Take your clothes, or just leave me
Loneliness, I’ll have to hold me
Shut the fuck up, and get on top me
Now I make you feel alive
But I gotta get that for myself
And just because you’re fuckin me
Doesn’t mean I fuck no one else
All this sex is glamorous, cause we both got voids to fill
Now is this real? Is this love? Or this feeling hell?

[Hook – Saint Ripley]
Make me feel alive!
Can you make me feel alive?

[Verse 2 – Mick Jenkins]
Seen her walking dead
Lot of people walk them yellow bricks
But I don’t hear the talking heads, and
I wouldn’t call it a relationship
It’s more fellowship instead
On my mellow shit, for sure
God, I know, she ain’t gone never get a ring
Never get too deep, never did before Bell Biv DeVoe
I was watching for the poison
Didn’t know that I was poising
Poised to deep into the deep end
That’s when all the words moistened
That’s when all the hard choices
Started swimming like a fuckin koi fish
I don’t mean to be so coy, damn
Just when we was taking off
Then I go Brandon Roy, damn
Shorty take my joy
Back then I couldn’t feel a fuckin thing, damn
Had to drop the toys, had to quit the game
Trying to feel the fuckin love
Yeah, that lusty shit just stings
Extra stuff gets in between the way I feel, I know you know
Home Alone, that Macaulay Culkin
Same old shit when I’m trying to focus, on me
I can’t focus, cause you, yeah
And I’m red about it, I’m falling hard
I’m tripping on it, I’m slipping on it
I’m bipping on it, I’m dead about it
Cause you, you, you, you…

[Hook – Saint Ripley]
Make me feel alive!
Can you make me feel alive?

[Verse 3 – Saint Ripley]
In deep denial you make me feel alive
You know your energy electric
That rush hit, and my head turned
You got me asking, begging, what’s next?
See I’m sober now but I crave your high
And if I had no veins, I’d inject my eyes
Just to trip on you for a second, maybe…
Unsure if I’ll die, don’t call me crazy
Listen, far too long, been fuckin around with these basic broads
Like fuckin around with these tainted drugs
Like my bag got cut, and there ain’t enough
Come on fill me up, like I need your love
And I’m a shoot this junk gonna make us one
Cause you’re all I want…
But would you, will you, can you, can you…

[Hook – Saint Ripley]
Make me feel alive!?
Can you make me feel alive?