Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oceans V2 , by - Felly. Song from the album Wild Strawberries, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 2273
Song language: English
Oceans V2 |
| Aye aye aye |
| It’s all green where I live |
| Now I’m in the streets where I piss |
| Took it overseas on you bitches |
| Leather seats in the whip |
| Somewhere between a priest and a pimp |
| Coolin' with my Texas shorty |
| She like Fel you gettin' hella gaudy |
| Stop flexin' maybe tell a story a good one |
| I think they’re startin' to undo my stitches |
| Peep the people lookin' at me different |
| Don’t understand the friction |
| Now I already got enough and east coast know you’ve got my love |
| Is you with me is you with me sing it to me though I’ve got to know |
| We’ve come far but so much to go (I'm yellin' vamonos) |
| Thought it was cool so I threw 'em my two |
| Know it’s been, all blue since I’ve been with you |
| And things go, fall through like the midnight moon with «World Famous» |
| on the shoes |
| What did they cost you? |
| My shorty just like me |
| She don’t play this scene |
| We think the La Quinta Versace we just hang in the sheets |
| Until I got a catch a plane but I’ll back next week |
| Then I go stranger once again no text don’t speak |
| This life funny could’ve sworn I’ve seen it once in my dreams |
| But all the liqour and the melodies been makin' me weep |
| My ego ran ahead of schedule at the SOBs |
| And now it’s gettin' hard to breathe with that chest on me |
| But hey |
| Make my day girl make me comfortable |
| Them saying we can’t love enough of you |
| West side no good for trouble you |
| I just want to be |
| Drivin' past my dad’s grave |
| I usually drive fast smokin' a blunt |
| I can’t think about that shit no more |
| My momma need an errand told me get some food from the store |
| Well small town Chris got you don’t you say no more |
| With hollywood Gyyps runnin' with my crew on tour |
| Say here come 10 bands a night my man my boy |
| Don’t doubt that all this money probably bound to destroy us |
| Voice gone trying to make the right choices |
| Swear to God it’s too noisy |
| Hit up cuz with the bugs out the porch |
| We been smokin' too much chronic and this shit ain’t important |
| How you gonna spit it proper when you filled up with poison |
| Gettin' high boy caught in the motions |
| Try to do this shit sober |
| But go stupid I’ll be there to remind you |
| For every mountain top that we climb to |
| That we gon' have the longest way down to revival |
| So pray we don’t arrive to find out we’ve been lied to, and tried to |
| Make my day girl make me comfortable |
| Them saying we can’t love enough for you |
| West side no good for trouble you |
| I just want to be |
| Make my day girl make me comfortable |
| Them saying we can’t love enough for you |
| West side no good for trouble you |
| I just want to be |
| A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose |
| I hope she never lets me go (I hope she never lets me go) |
| And I pray in the morning I see snow cause I sure as hell ain’t tryna go to |
| school |
| What’s really left to prove ma? |
| You know I’m tryna do my 2Pac |
| No I ain’t call in two months I been screwed up |
| Smellin' too loud, soundin' too good |
| In my sun dance?, that’s my true blood |
| Swing them my way |
| I can’t front though |
| I keep my eye on it till you out the front door |
| Hit it sideways |
| This could go viral |
| Tryna fly away |
| But fuck do I know |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| But fuck do I know |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| Like fuck do I know |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah |
| Fly away (fly away) |
| And I want to hold ya |
| I want to know ya |
| Won’t you come closer |
| 3 in the mornin' |
| You know that I’m lonely |
| I’ve been alone |
| And I want to hold ya |
| Won’t you come closer |
| Won’t you come won’t you come closer |
| Won’t you come closer |
| No |
| Make my day |
| Make my day |
| Make my day |
| I can’t hit these notes right now |