billy woods - No Hard Feelings lyrics
[billy woods - No Hard Feelings lyrics]
Black astronaut
Cop a space suit and jet off my steps
Challenger launch burnin' bright
Burn to death
Burn in the firmament, charbroiled
Catch the hair
Black boy burned crisp, pursed black lips
Black marionettes dance limp, over the pit
The kindly ones distant as the winter's sun
A mad woman whistlin'
You can hear it if you listen
That's that empty pipe hissin'
That's him crying and twitchin'
That's the vanishing point in the distance
Between us just the glass thickness
Cracked mirrors flash rictus
Skin pulled tight to the skull
That's the sickness
Seepin' through my leaky windows
And broke fixtures
Guess who in the vestibulе like
"you can't smoke that herе mister"
Nah man, you can't smoke that here
(Gotta go, man you gotta go)
No hard feelings, no hard feelings
No hard feelings
It's scars when you done healing
It's walls topped with broken glass
I'll show you slum village
It's thoughts that come back from
The grave, again and again, Grinnin'
It's winnin', it's winnin'
It's winnin', It's winnin'
Brother hopped out that new car
Smellin' like no hard feelings
Aftertaste bitter melon and lemon peelings
Heat rises so it's high ceilings
I pay rent on the tenth like they stealin'
Like they stealin'
(like they stealin') , like they stealin'
If the nigga by the furnace in
The basement of the building
After all that, she no-showed
The suite already paid for
So I toweled the door and smoked dope
Kulture Kush crossed True Gold
After a couple of texts, I left it alone
(Left it alone)
Ice melted but the champagne still cold
Channel flippin', clickin' the remote
The home team losin' at home
An attack on the train, persons unknown
Baking shows, cold cases solved and closed
I dozed
Woke up and "no hard feelings" was
All it said on my phone
Cop a space suit and jet off my steps
Challenger launch burnin' bright
Burn to death
Burn in the firmament, charbroiled
Catch the hair
Black boy burned crisp, pursed black lips
Black marionettes dance limp, over the pit
The kindly ones distant as the winter's sun
A mad woman whistlin'
You can hear it if you listen
That's that empty pipe hissin'
That's him crying and twitchin'
That's the vanishing point in the distance
Between us just the glass thickness
Cracked mirrors flash rictus
Skin pulled tight to the skull
That's the sickness
Seepin' through my leaky windows
And broke fixtures
Guess who in the vestibulе like
"you can't smoke that herе mister"
Nah man, you can't smoke that here
(Gotta go, man you gotta go)
No hard feelings, no hard feelings
No hard feelings
It's scars when you done healing
It's walls topped with broken glass
I'll show you slum village
It's thoughts that come back from
The grave, again and again, Grinnin'
It's winnin', it's winnin'
It's winnin', It's winnin'
Brother hopped out that new car
Smellin' like no hard feelings
Aftertaste bitter melon and lemon peelings
Heat rises so it's high ceilings
I pay rent on the tenth like they stealin'
Like they stealin'
(like they stealin') , like they stealin'
If the nigga by the furnace in
The basement of the building
After all that, she no-showed
The suite already paid for
So I toweled the door and smoked dope
Kulture Kush crossed True Gold
After a couple of texts, I left it alone
(Left it alone)
Ice melted but the champagne still cold
Channel flippin', clickin' the remote
The home team losin' at home
An attack on the train, persons unknown
Baking shows, cold cases solved and closed
I dozed
Woke up and "no hard feelings" was
All it said on my phone