BLANCO - Felly

still kickin', I ain’t lonely

She said she wanna blow L’s early in the morning

Ay, don’t nobody know me (ay)

(Ay ay) No, nobody know me-

Innocent, innocence gone since 12

Renovate all my shelves

Meditate all life

East five-star hotels

What do ya’ll call ya’ll selves?

Livin' through dollar bills

Livin' with a lot of guilt

Lil homie I wanna build (shut the fuck up)

(Yuh, Blanco, Blanco)

Pops go when I was eight

Rockstar was my fate

Cop cars, the whole block saw me in the rain

Got lost in the paint

Got sauce, now I’m 22 and paid

Trynna make somethin' of my day

I wanna put tear drops on the chain

Take it to the stash and walk away

Crash the hall of fame

Ride it down the skreet (vroom, vroom)

Like I did last week

I make some bread, we have a feast

But (ay) how long this last me?

I’m just plastic on the beach

Yeah, no boy brash is hard to beat

Ay, shorty with the ass is hard to leave

No, I just wanna smash and go to sleep

Crash and rest in peace

Light in all my fears

Uh, lil homie don’t ask me

What I’m makin' here to there (shit)

I’m haulin' my

See them often, them snowballs

They move they coke jaws

Your bitch is so

These kids got no bars

Played out like Ozarks

I don’t wanna party 'less it paints my lyrics

I don’t want to party with my fake-ass peers

Everybody want it but it ain’t that serious

Everybody frontin' who ain’t got experience

Ya’ll just interfering

Like come, I said fuck it

Turned off stage, started runnin'

Man, I hate it, I love it

But shit, I’ll take all this money

Know my basement stay flooded

In the trenches, that muddy

Generation, Kid Cudi

No one shake my hands, bloody (uh)

Thank God they got Pentecost

Feel my worth what a penny cost

Like, still need better thoughts

Hoes playin' with my tentacles

Might call my buddy

my

Finesse these broads, get money

Not okay, not sorry-

Who’s that bangin' at my door, I don’t got a good feeling

And I don’t really feel like leaving

Don’t need sunlight (alright)

(I don’t need)

Who’s that bangin' at my door, I ain’t got a good feeling

(Ay) and I don’t really feel like leaving

I don’t need sunlight (I'm alright)