Good Wine - Felly

Never used to fuck with the red

Til' I took a couple good bottles to the head

And now I’m bout that good wine, and good wine

Leaning off that good wine, and good wine

To be real I only paid ten dollars

But now my teeth red and every problem feel much smaller

Work my game as a scholar

Though I hate it don’t bother

I’m on the top of the bottom

Make out and lay it down proper

Wish i could sleep through that snooze button

You know my eyes they ain’t holding up

I been keeping my cool

They getting mad that I’m growing up

I’ve been saying me too

And I wish I could chill

Spend some time with my friends

Celebrate keeping it real

I’m bout to pour a few glasses till I’m off axis

Wake up to rap practice stomach full a fat bastard

I got some friends who would jump in front of pistols for me

So I ain’t trippin homie if I die they sip it for me

Pumpin Bob Dylan, rollin

Down the street with my homies

He steady smoke blowing

Out the window I love it

And Imma keep going

It ain’t too fun to remember

So keep me bumping forever

Life just get better and better

I said I…

Never used to fuck with the red

Til' I took a couple good bottles to the head

And now I’m bout that good wine, and good wine

Leaning off that good wine, and good wine

Come on yeah

Shalalalala la

My voice is so damn raspy

It’s like Jon-

Jonathan Canary Bananski

You made my world turn

Third person I’m emerging

Looking for some sea urchins

Looking for Steve Irwin, rest in peace

I need to go get my car leased

And rent a Jeep, yeah

That’s what I need, yeah

So raspy, yeah

The Great’s of Gatsby, yeah

So damn frasky

Randy Martins ass cheeks, yeah