Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Hard Feelings , by - Elaquent. Song from the album Blessing in Disguise, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.02.2019
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
No Hard Feelings |
| Whether or not you understanding, this is the plot |
| This is the end, Cudi on my speakers again |
| Pop a script it got me ripping up my pages |
| These words won’t live forever so a nigga gotta make them |
| High as Seven Seals on the real I cook with the apron |
| Today I’m feeling Cajun in a haven made for a pagan, yea |
| Was infiltrated by niggas need me a Glock or something |
| Shock a nigga leave the sock on top and rock it to 'em |
| If this was the 80's I’d be flipping packs in the locker room |
| Raised by Raegan babies we was taught to maneuver fumes |
| Bachelor moods, hoping this bourbon won’t resurface |
| Spatula flipping writtens into the oven furnace |
| Brick by brick I tore it down like the crucifix |
| That pinned me down as a young’n going through some shit |
| Thoughts in the sewer now I’m really going through some shit |
| And it’s no hard, and it’s no hard |
| And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all) |
| And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all) |
| I’ma get this money without you |
| I’ma get to drinking without you (Po' me up, po' me up) |
| And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all) |
| And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all) |
| I’ma get this money without you |
| I’ma get to drinking without you (Po' me up, po' me up) |
| Get used to it |
| Flew off the rail, nose grind unamused to it |
| You are the muse that I amuse until the AM |
| Refusing to sleep cause these raps do pay 'em |
| By them I mean the bodies that I’m slaying |
| Gatekeepers, wack niggas on the FM so |
| F- them nah fuck y’all niggas |
| Crowd favorite so they sent me here to murk y’all niggas |
| Contracted in a cage with your face off nigga |
| Been a time I only had a parking ticket to my name |
| What you fabricate won’t activate inside the lane I’m in |
| I mean them ends is worth nothing |
| Bring the bag or keep it dumping |
| I see headlines in my future |
| But how when niggas flexing 8balls size of loofahs |
| Or roofied in the coup with twenty women from Bermuda |
| Super soak a ho repeatedly, went dipping with a scuba |
| Who the fuck is you bruh? |
| West Orlando from the bandos to the Barnett |
| Park far from you lames if a target |
| Scope feel safer from a range, kill your Margaret |
| Skill-wise we are margins away |
| Class of my own like Margiela skates |
| I scoff as I blow fumes grown out of state |
| State prop we the chain gang running up the block, nigga |
| And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all) |
| And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all) |
| I’ma get this money without you |
| I’ma get to drinking without you (Po' me up, po' me up) |
| And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all) |
| And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all) |
| I’ma get this money without you |
| I’ma get to drinking without you (Po' me up, po' me up) |