Artist: Tory Lanez Album: Memories Don't Die Song: Tell Me Typed by: AZ Lyrics ... Hear you say, will you tell me 'bout it? Tell me all about it Will you tell me 'bout it? Tell me 'bout it Tell me how you feel about me Just tell me how you feel about me Tell me how you feel about me Tell me how you feel about me Just tell me how you feel about me Tell me how you feel about me I know with some people round me They all in they feelings 'bout me They all in they feelings 'bout me Can you give me like one more second? Yeah, yeah, uh Tell me how you feel about me, tell me, tell me Yeah, tell me how you feel about me, tell me, tell me Ayy, tell me how you feel about me, tell me, tell me Yeah, just tell me how you feel about me Yeah, just tell me you hate the way I sample shit Just tell me that you hate the way I handle shit Yeah, just tell me that you hate the way I hop All on your favorite artist songs and make it sound like all my platinum shit Just tell me how you feel about me, yeah Just tell me how you feel about me Uh, just tell me how you feel a nigga knowing everything is real about me Yeah, tell me, tell me Tell me that I, pick the style of artists that done been around me Ain't influence every artist that done been around me Just tell me that I'm sounding like Draco Week in the party at any artist from the city round me Just tell me how you feel about me Even if that's how you feel about me You can keep it real about me Just tell me what you tell me when you tell it to me And keep it real as fuck whenever you tell it to me Just tell me how you feel about me Tell me, tell me, shawty, tell me, tell me Yeah, and I won't feel no way about it I won't feel no way about it Look, tell me that I sound dated, tell me I ain't your favorite, tell me Just tell me that I always use the same 808 and Tell me that I never do, produced a break, tell me You don't think I got what it takes to be the greatest, tell me Paved the way but tell me How you hate it, uh Just tell me how I started, tell me how I made it Tell me why this nigga saying that they made me Tryna take more credit than my mom and now my fucking baby Just tell me how you hate the way I made my last decisions Tell me how you hate the way I make this brash decisions Tell me how I'm never home to sweep or do the dishes Tell me that I never made the time to do the dinners Missed the holidays, anniversaries and Christmas Tell me that you hate the way I always gotta get it Tell me that you hate the way I hop up out that Wraith And act like I'm the shit Tell me how you feel about me Uh, tell me how you feel about me I know niggas moving different round me Tell me how you feel about me I know niggas round me prolly holding feelings 'bout me Tell me how you feel