Field to the Bull-Felly

歌手 : Felly

专辑 : Restless

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:49

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TXT Field to the Bull-Felly 文本歌词

Work Work Work Work Work

Let's get right in

Eyes low dropping soul like the Gospel

Been there for a minute eating breaks but I'm not full

No No I'm on that other

I spend some of these days feeling strange and my brothers

And feelin' little ill trying to cope with the bandit

I just wanna move but my license is suspended

So what am I to do

You expecting me to peddle

Instead of in my room trying to get this brain settled

Been filling up them pages 'til the point I wanna flip

But I kick s**t like kick flips you can't touch my tricks

Sorry for the facts

I just wanna keep that clear

Got love for the homies say they bump me when they steer

And I never wanna anger that s**t simply came

Cuz people talking s**t because they I want their fame

But I just want to kick it y'all don't see me as a threat

I'm happy when I'm spitting and I only want respect

And that is all I ask put some rays in the volume

Take off your mask we all seeing through your costume

I'm gonna serve rap 'til my vocal chords break

Still staying in my lane see you riding in my wake

Mama promised I'm gonna wreak havoc

On track speak madness

The facts homies think they nice

But the speech average at best

I dangle lines and I strangle lines

Never wanna waste my time

Bringing out this drama with this book of rhymes

So when you talk s**t and end up in a gutter

I'll be chillin' on a boat and livin' right cuz it's summer

Feeling hazy still got time to twist with you benders

Cuz I'm been killing s**t since the 2nd of September

And 9 5 9 5 comin' up like high tide

Ain't seeing much tonight

I'll probably have my eyes wide

And my plan I don't know

Goin' crazy yea for sure

Got to get in where I fit in watch me motherf**king grow

Y'all some parasites

Shootin' at my paradise

But to grip the top best believe that I ain't scared of heights

I've died dropping I'll down a couple hot pockets

And if you can't see it's d**e check your eye sockets

And I'm ghost and I'm ghost and I'm ghost and I

I got you motherf**kers hangin' by a rope and I

Never really meant to brag or to boast but I

I think you gotta

When you kicking it this d**e brotha

Uh-uh uh-uh Tell me that it's not true

Y'all that type that brag about

Some s**t your parents bought you

I wake up in the morning doing everything I want to

Hustle to the field of the bull yo I gotchu

I said I hustle to the field of the bull I gotchu