Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Have to Feel Sorry , by - GAWVI. Song from the album Holding Hue, in the genre Танцевальная музыкаRelease date: 08.09.2016
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Don't Have to Feel Sorry |
| Lately it’s been the same thing |
| I end up thinking about all the things I’ve been through |
| It’s so crazy |
| And I’ve been just rolling, looking for something |
| And it’s getting to me |
| I just want to believe… |
| That there’s something real |
| That there’s something true |
| That there’s something more than just what’s in store |
| People search the world for what’s comfortable |
| Give your son in mind |
| If it’s wasting time |
| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel |
| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel sorry |
| But this can’t be real |
| I don’t have to feel sorry |
| I don’t have to feel sorry |
| Lately it’s been the same thing |
| But I say I need no help |
| I just keep it to myself |
| My OG said love yourself |
| But eviction doesn’t help |
| These addictions on my health |
| I’m just trying to tell myself that… |
| That there’s something real |
| That there’s something true |
| That there’s something more than just what’s in store |
| People search the world for what’s comfortable |
| Give your son in mind |
| If it’s wasting time |
| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel |
| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel sorry |
| But this can’t be real |
| I don’t have to feel sorry |
| I don’t have to feel sorry |
| I hate to say my life is on the line for this |
| Safe to say I’m going out my mind for this |
| Self-inflicted wounds of a hustler |
| I can’t help but feel I gave my muscle up |
| Drinking out the bottle, ain’t no message in this bottle |
| I’m just messy with my idols, I done failed a million times |
| Sold a million rhymes to a million different souls |
| Don’t give me a million dollars, I ain’t got no self-control |
| And I wonder will I ever make a change, I gotta know |
| Settle down with wife and kids, stop messing with these (Woah!) |
| Make a honest living, give a tenth of that to God |
| Open up the heavens, let me beat up on my odds |
| Cause I don’t need no pity up in my party |
| And I don’t see no shame in being honest |
| And I can only be what I’ma be |
| And I can only see what I’ma see sometimes |
| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel |
| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel so good |
| But this can’t be real |
| I don’t have to feel sorry |
| I don’t have to feel sorry |