Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BLANCO, artist - Felly. Album song WINTERS IN BROOKLYN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 2273RECORDS
Song language: English
BLANCO |
| 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) |