Felly - Black Van lyrics
Christian Felner [Cfello]
[Felly - Black Van lyrics]
Yeah
Young Fel 2
Yeah
Tears in my eyes in the back of a van
Know this country like the motherfuckin' back of my hand
Been on the road for six weeks when I heard we lost gramp
Couldn't make the funeral, I just hope he'd understand
Thirty days later, quiet house where I land
Stu' to the venue, goddamn I need a tan
Pop passed, brain cancer, was turnin' to a man
Wore a condom, still caught the burn - damn
The worst part was I wasn't thinking 'bout her
Back in my crib, stayin' loyal to her word
I apologize again T, I know that shit hurt
Come and get served, least mine was well deserved (On God)
Finish my breakfast, pen a new sentence (Yeah)
Remember doin' shows, ten heads in attendance
Some people want fame, others want digits
Behind their insecurities, most just tryna fit in
Give it before I lose it
Just to show these kids that it's bigger than music
If you don't get it, you ain't meant to, stupid (Stupid)
Young Fel ruthless (Ayy)
Pen game make you wish you stayed in school
And I can do anything, it's a matter of what I choose
Try to put a genre on me, you gon' end up confused
I can serve Raps, I can sing Blues
And for you pussies with the painted nails, I can Rock too (Ooh)
Onto number two, I ain't got nothin' to lose
Bank account cool, been some months since I viewed
Independent roots, plus I did it with my crew
And they can't take the soul, livin' in the same shoes (Come on)
Seventeen, I was hungry for it
Twenty-something, back for more, enough of this back and forth
Round the world, just to come back home
Was suicidal fore I ever got to know my soul, pssht
Ayo
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Young Fel 2
Yeah
Tears in my eyes in the back of a van
Know this country like the motherfuckin' back of my hand
Been on the road for six weeks when I heard we lost gramp
Couldn't make the funeral, I just hope he'd understand
Thirty days later, quiet house where I land
Stu' to the venue, goddamn I need a tan
Pop passed, brain cancer, was turnin' to a man
Wore a condom, still caught the burn - damn
The worst part was I wasn't thinking 'bout her
Back in my crib, stayin' loyal to her word
I apologize again T, I know that shit hurt
Come and get served, least mine was well deserved (On God)
Finish my breakfast, pen a new sentence (Yeah)
Remember doin' shows, ten heads in attendance
Some people want fame, others want digits
Behind their insecurities, most just tryna fit in
Give it before I lose it
Just to show these kids that it's bigger than music
If you don't get it, you ain't meant to, stupid (Stupid)
Young Fel ruthless (Ayy)
Pen game make you wish you stayed in school
And I can do anything, it's a matter of what I choose
Try to put a genre on me, you gon' end up confused
I can serve Raps, I can sing Blues
And for you pussies with the painted nails, I can Rock too (Ooh)
Onto number two, I ain't got nothin' to lose
Bank account cool, been some months since I viewed
Independent roots, plus I did it with my crew
And they can't take the soul, livin' in the same shoes (Come on)
Seventeen, I was hungry for it
Twenty-something, back for more, enough of this back and forth
Round the world, just to come back home
Was suicidal fore I ever got to know my soul, pssht
Ayo
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh