Morris Day-Felt

歌手 : Felt
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:50

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TXT Morris Day-Felt 文本歌词

Morris Day (Explicit) - Felt
Stepped inside this depth of a dive
With nothing but my breath
And this rep that I'm riding
Check around the room to get a fresh look
Most these names already in the guest book
So I'm sit on my stool and sip solo
The missing half of a stack of ripped photos
If she don't know so the odds of blowing up
Watch the word work the gods are growing up
I never had trouble with the lovable
Walk down that hill and f**k all the buffalo
And by the time I get done with the small town
Ashes of bridges and all the walls fall down
Sitting in the middle of dialogue
I know I'm not the brightest star
Otherwise I'd probably be one
Foot out the front entrance
Before one sentence even starts breathing
I'm leaving
Don't need another reason to carry guilt
But she got a fair grill and she very built
Plus I like her smile and her eyes are wild
Should I try to aspire you to write my style
Hold up
You can't take every twenty something back to the lab
Just to jelly up her belly button
No thank you my name is Sean
Here's a dollar for the jukebox
Go play my song
Cause this type of sh*t happens every day
We all go to heaven even enemies may
You better stay in your place where the memories play
Come to trying to live life cool
Morris Day
Cause this type of sh*t happens every day
We all go to heaven even enemies may
You better stay in your place where the memories play
Come to trying to live life cool
Morris Day
On the B L O C laying low key
Hair gettin' braided whilst I'm talking to the homie
Old Gee standing in the corner not talking
The little homie's sister wanna borrow my walkman
It's front yard politics we talk a lot of sh*t
Who we wanna fight broads that we're trying to hit
Kinda get bored so we bail to the store
Then we back posted up for a few hours more
Now the homeboy cousin bring his a** down stairs
Tryin' to spark some convo but don't nobody cares
Neither life or a square I'm not even lookin'
No respect on the block cos he a mark n a hoodie
And I know this fool say something sideways
The homeboy just start him out last friday
Twenty years old getting punked every friday
Think that he hard cos he dips on the wine yeah
But my crew don't play no time for discussion
Kept talkin' sh*t so my homeboy rushed him
Stomped him out in the grass 'til he had a concussion
Take ya a** in the house fool don't say nothing
As he walked up the stairs
Heard him cry through the screen door
Sucker a** chump what he tryin' to make a scene for
Know that he heard me cos the window was open
So I talked even louder and we kept on jokin'
Cause this type of sh*t happens every day
We all go to heaven even enemies may
You better stay in your place where the memories play
Come to trying to live life cool
Morris Day
Cause this type of sh*t happens every day
We all go to heaven even enemies may
You better stay in your place where the memories play
Come to trying to live life cool
Morris Day
Cause this type of sh*t happens every day
We all go to heaven even enemies may
You better stay in your place where the memories play
Come to trying to live life cool
Morris Day
Cause this type of sh*t happens every day
We all go to heaven even enemies may
You better stay in your place where the memories play
Come to trying to live life cool
Morris Day