- Felly Fabrics (Prod. by Felly) 歌词
- Felly
- While my grandmothers' scarf comforts me
But you look ugly
And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company
Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably
Depressed through this dimension
And I think I failed to mention
That I feel like I been running outta seconds
Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
Following my dreams feel like following my death wish
She said she knows just how that stress gets
When you hungry and you just trying to eat breakfast and nobody feels your message feel
Good Enough to wake up and then fall back asleep
It's a bad car to go get involved into like half the *****t that I see
Plus I feel happier in my dreams, right
I spit that *****t that give the feeling of the seaside
Hungover in Pitts
But with the flick of the wrist
Yo I can kick *****t like this
I be as good as it gets
Even through armor vices
My inner being Rastafarian
Always one-hunnid three-times you'll get spartacus
What's with all you knock-offs, and self-conscious narcissists
Said I'm an artist *****, do this *****t so artifice
In it for the hard*****ps the nonsense of reaping attention
Homie rolled up a blessing
We in a world with no exits
You gotta give me a second
Straighten up and get balanced
My homie flipped on a record
I beat it up ain't no challenge
I smoke that **** while my grandmother's scarf comforts me
But you look ugly
And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company
Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably
Depressed through this dimension
And I think I failed to mention
That I feel like I've been running outta seconds
Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
Following my dreams (let's go) feel like following my death wish
Ayo reach and you slip a backpedal
I do my homework blazed and gets A's I'm mad mellow
I here the sad fellows get they fix when I spit
Like the sun up in the sky you must protect or you get hit
Sometimes life is full of *****t too many damn to-do lists
But yo I learned if you ain't coolin' you just being foolish
I used to think that i'ma die early, like mid-thirties
But **** that i'ma rise early, and ride dirty
I reach the crucifix up to my lips and then I kiss it
I try to walk with God but got some holes up in my slippers
And so I keep on slippin'
Get tangled in the mischief
So in a nut-shell I'm just a sinner named Christian
But still they keep me spinnin' when they drinkin' on they lonely
I'm rollin' like Jody, eyes open, got stolen by this music *****t
And I don't think I'm coming back (what that is bro)
Everybody rockin' plaid we look like lumberjacks (straight up)
I smoke that **** while my grandmother's scarf comforts me
But you look ugly
And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company
Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably
Depressed through this dimension
And I think I failed to mention
That I feel like I've been running outta seconds
Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
Following my dreams feel like following my death wish
Ayo let it go
Damn, damn
Damn yo
Damn
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