Not Real
Lately I been feeling like i'm not real
I don't wanna do drugs I wanna feel
All yo' love, baby tell me what's the deal
Yeah, got me tripping like it's a banana peel
Sometimes I just wanna go back to the old days
Back to when she loved me and she made me feel the old way
Now I don't even feel you baby but I feel yo' body
Got me making music baby as more than a hobby
I done dropped out just to make it happen
Call lil' shorty up we finna get to clapping
I done blowed up got me dancing in the mosh pit
I done poured up baby just to get it popping
Lately I been feeling like I got no other option
Shorty took my love and then she put it up for auction
I'm still getting bucks you know that i'm gonna stay locked in
Gave her all my love and then she told me that she lost it
I said "baby, would you do it for the vine?"
I said "baby, will you be my valentine?"
Pretty please hoe, you are all I need, hoe
Do it just for me hoe
Hope you won't let me go
Got me feeling moody,feeling on yo' booty
When I kiss yo lips, yeah it's tasting really fruity
Grab you by yo' hips got you feeling like a cutie
I'm always in yo' ear like a mah' fucking Q-Tip
Lately I been feeling like i'm not real
I don't wanna do drugs I wanna feel
All yo' love, baby tell me what's the deal
Yeah, got me tripping like it's a banana peel
Sometimes I just wanna go back to the old days
Back to when she loved me and she made me feel the old way
Now I don't even feel you baby but I feel yo' body
Got me making music baby as more than a hobby
Don't speak no Spanish but this bitch calling me Papi
I'm going to the top you broke boys cannot stop me
I took her in the trail-hawk and made her top me
I'm popping xans got me feeling like a zombie
They watch my flow so they can try and copy
I stop the show cuz my cup was getting empty
I took your shorty and that bitch try to simp me
But she know I don't do relations, bitch can't pin me
Gang, and we floating
I got yo' bitch in the wheel and she choking
I got this 40 on my hip and it's poking
Bang, you niggas bogus
I'm smoking za and you niggas smoking reggie
I got this guala in my pockets and it's heavy
I remember selling packs out the Chevy (2016 shit)
Lately I been feeling like i'm not real
I don't wanna do drugs I wanna feel
All yo' love, baby tell me what's the deal
Yeah, got me tripping like it's a banana peel
Sometimes I just wanna go back to the old days
Back to when she loved me and she made me feel the old way
Now I don't even feel you baby but I feel yo' body
Got me making music baby as more than a hobby
Yeah it's crazy, uh
Got yo' bitch calling me baby
Fuck her til' she lazy
Got these golds in my mouth and they brazy
Got these gold in mouth and they
Bitch you know that I am ruthless
Fucked her face and now she toothless
Got a bag and then I blue'd it
Got a bag and then I blue'd it
Boss up feeling booted
J1 got me dummy zooted
Do my lil' rap thing everyday I see improvement
I never had to prove shit
Come fuck with the movement
You know I'm getting to it, i'll show you how I do it
All my dreams are turning lucid
All my racks translucent
Did it with the music
Love my fans that tune in
And if you sleep you losing
Shorty pick and choosing
Problems so confusing
I'm mixing up the fusion
My life is an illusion, but ima keep on moving
I don't wanna do drugs I wanna feel
All yo' love, baby tell me what's the deal
Yeah, got me tripping like it's a banana peel
Sometimes I just wanna go back to the old days
Back to when she loved me and she made me feel the old way
Now I don't even feel you baby but I feel yo' body
Got me making music baby as more than a hobby
I done dropped out just to make it happen
Call lil' shorty up we finna get to clapping
I done blowed up got me dancing in the mosh pit
I done poured up baby just to get it popping
Lately I been feeling like I got no other option
Shorty took my love and then she put it up for auction
I'm still getting bucks you know that i'm gonna stay locked in
Gave her all my love and then she told me that she lost it
I said "baby, would you do it for the vine?"
I said "baby, will you be my valentine?"
Pretty please hoe, you are all I need, hoe
Do it just for me hoe
Hope you won't let me go
Got me feeling moody,feeling on yo' booty
When I kiss yo lips, yeah it's tasting really fruity
Grab you by yo' hips got you feeling like a cutie
I'm always in yo' ear like a mah' fucking Q-Tip
Lately I been feeling like i'm not real
I don't wanna do drugs I wanna feel
All yo' love, baby tell me what's the deal
Yeah, got me tripping like it's a banana peel
Sometimes I just wanna go back to the old days
Back to when she loved me and she made me feel the old way
Now I don't even feel you baby but I feel yo' body
Got me making music baby as more than a hobby
Don't speak no Spanish but this bitch calling me Papi
I'm going to the top you broke boys cannot stop me
I took her in the trail-hawk and made her top me
I'm popping xans got me feeling like a zombie
They watch my flow so they can try and copy
I stop the show cuz my cup was getting empty
I took your shorty and that bitch try to simp me
But she know I don't do relations, bitch can't pin me
Gang, and we floating
I got yo' bitch in the wheel and she choking
I got this 40 on my hip and it's poking
Bang, you niggas bogus
I'm smoking za and you niggas smoking reggie
I got this guala in my pockets and it's heavy
I remember selling packs out the Chevy (2016 shit)
Lately I been feeling like i'm not real
I don't wanna do drugs I wanna feel
All yo' love, baby tell me what's the deal
Yeah, got me tripping like it's a banana peel
Sometimes I just wanna go back to the old days
Back to when she loved me and she made me feel the old way
Now I don't even feel you baby but I feel yo' body
Got me making music baby as more than a hobby
Yeah it's crazy, uh
Got yo' bitch calling me baby
Fuck her til' she lazy
Got these golds in my mouth and they brazy
Got these gold in mouth and they
Bitch you know that I am ruthless
Fucked her face and now she toothless
Got a bag and then I blue'd it
Got a bag and then I blue'd it
Boss up feeling booted
J1 got me dummy zooted
Do my lil' rap thing everyday I see improvement
I never had to prove shit
Come fuck with the movement
You know I'm getting to it, i'll show you how I do it
All my dreams are turning lucid
All my racks translucent
Did it with the music
Love my fans that tune in
And if you sleep you losing
Shorty pick and choosing
Problems so confusing
I'm mixing up the fusion
My life is an illusion, but ima keep on moving
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Weaver, Jaida Speed
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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