Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Have to Feel Sorry, artist - GAWVI. Album song Holding Hue, in the genre Танцевальная музыка
Date of issue: 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 |