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felly - endo lyrics

yeah yeah come on with the come on get down with the get down

i’m swerving steady, they trying to tell me armageddon’s coming
god-d-mn i ain’t even ready
i throw machetes in my brain when i lack resin
i’m off some headies but they hittin me like abscess
pardon my tardiness but this sh-t no absence
illuminated i be banging sh-t like crash test
like, how that make you feel?
how that make you move, smoking weed to jazz music i be in this crazy mood
i look around and its pretty wild what this world will do
open up for one (moment/woman) now they all controlling you
i shed a tear for my people who ain’t here
reminiscin’ on my boy bradley, he died last year
thats some gruesome sh-t i’d rather not get into
lookin out my window, blowin’ out some endo
i question if this is the life that i should live
seeking righteousness but then i grip the sin and i give in
melancholy, bumpin billy holey, until i’m grinnin
tell my homies what i’m dreamin’
but they tell me i’m trippin’

chorus
but the time don’t stop
uh-uh uh uh
and this is really all i got
uh-uh uh-uh
you either with me or you not
smoking on some pot, in the parking lot
thinking how the f-ck to get on top

aye-yo
walkin down the avenue i stubble
and recognize that most you people never leaving trumbull
and thats sad to me but ain’t no diss to my town
cause honestly i got to get away this place hold me down
i’m sippin berries tea thinkin about my father in life
this instrumental suit me right i had to get on the mic
you know my styles something like the dark mixed with the light
but most my time i’m just b-tchin’ about some sh-t i don’t like
apologize i keep letting down the people i love
i’m either working on my cr-p trying get me a buzz
down in my bas-m-nt, at tommys ceres
yeah thats my fella
used to hit the blunt up in the woods and kick an acapella
ever since i started rhymin’ serious, sh-t’s been brighter
my attention spand be lackin’ lately yo wheres the lighter
i write songs that splurge
nothing like some herb just to get the mood right
and when i’m right mark my words

chorus
cause the time don’t stop
uh-uh uh uh
and this is really all i got
uh-uh uh-uh
you either with me or you not
smoking on some pot, in the parking lot
thinking how the h-ll to get on top
lets go

outro

aye-yo
aye we ridin up
i feel good(x3)
my man davey’s in my room right now
he’s lookin at the ceiling
we coolin’
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wooop!

- felly lyrics

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