Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song feel the same, artist - guccihighwaters. Date of issue: 12.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
feel the same |
| Don’t tell me that it’s working out |
| Now that I sealed the cracks |
| Always finding opportunities to |
| Stab me in the back |
| A new life on the road of creation |
| I’m alone in my room |
| They think I’m famous? |
| They all just say I changed |
| But I just feel the same way |
| I’m in the cut but my |
| Head spinning like a beyblade |
| I put in work but fuck waiting for the pay day |
| They always want me on the track like a freight train |
| Hit my traktrain for the beats |
| 25 for a lease prolly 50 for a feat |
| They ask me why I charge |
| Shit, gucci gotta eat |
| But shit I gotta go |
| Start stackin up these beats |
| I gotta go |
| Its getting cold |
| Can’t stay |
| I have to hit the road |
| But they never told me I’d be alone |
| I’m feelin lost in my head so I’ll make a song |
| They never told me id be alone |
| Cracks in my heart |
| And cracks on my phone |
| Waiting for the night where I would catch you lone |
| Take it off or let me take you home |
| Feel like a boxer when I beatin up da beat now |
| I turn the dancer from the show into a freak now |
| Face down feet up with her teeth out |
| Gimme cheeks now gasping as I reach out |
| Gucci send the track I give him flowys for the free |
| Lil eskimo peepin bitches from a tree |
| Live through my dreams supachef whip that heat |
| Bustin down packs pullin smoke through my teeth |
| Making my rounds while the storm start to whippin |
| A ghost in my town but a star in the making |
| She used to lie to my face for a min |
| Fuck these bitches I’m just gettin to the digits |
| They all just say I changed |
| But I just feel the same way |
| I’m in the cut but my |
| Head spinning like a beyblade |
| I put in work but fuck waiting for the pay day |
| They always want me on the track like a freight train |
| Hit my traktrain for the beats |
| 25 for a lease prolly 50 for a feat |
| They ask me why I charge |
| Shit gucci gotta eat |
| But shit I gotta go |
| Start stackin up these beats |
| I’m always slaying on the beat |
| Bitches tryna fuck me love to tell me I’m unique |
| Ima make a ruckus |
| Catch me stompin through da street |
| Smokin on some pressure get the pack from overseas |