Felly - Fabrics lyrics

While my grandmother's scarf comforts me
But you look ugly
And I ain't ever trippin' 'bout
The lack of company
Cause honestly I'm sittin' here
Alone quite comfortably
Depressed through this dimension
And I think I failed to mention
That I feel like I
Been runnin' outta seconds
Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
Followin' my dreams feel like
Followin' my death wish

She said she know just how that stress gets
When you hungry and you just tryna eat
Breakfast and nobody feel your message feel
Good enough to wake up and
Then fall back to sleep
It's a bad car to go get involved in
Like half the shit that I see
Plus I feel happier in my dreams, right
I spit that shit that give
The feeling of the seaside hungover in Pitts
But with the flick of the wrist
Yo I can kick shit like this
I be as good as it gets
Even through all my vices
My inner being Rastafarian
Always one hunnid three times
You'll get Spartacus
What's with all you knock-offs
And self-conscious narcissists?
Said I'm an artist bitch
Do this shit so artifice
In it for the hardships the
Nonsense of reapin' attention
Homie rolled up a blessing
We in a world with no exit's
You gotta give me a second
Straighten up and get balanced
My homie flipped on a record
I beat it up ain't no challenge

I smoke that weed while my
Grandmother's scarf comforts me
But you look ugly
And I ain't ever trippin' bout
The lack of company
Cause honestly I'm sitting here
Alone quite comfortably
Depressed through this dimension
And I think I failed to mention
That I feel like I've
Been running outta seconds
Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
Followin' my dreams
(let's go) feel like followin'
My death wish

Ayo, reach and you slip a backpedal
I do my homework blazed and
Gets A's I'm mad mellow
I hear the sad fellows get
They fix when I spit
Like that sun up in the sky you
Must protect or you get hit
Sometimes life is full of shit too
Many damn to do lists
But yo I learned if you ain't
Coolin' you just being foolish
I used to think that I'ma die early
Like mid-thirties
But fuck that I'ma rise early
And ride dirty i reach the crucifix up to my
Lips and then I kiss it
I try to walk with God but got
Some holes up in my slippers
And so I keep on slippin'
Get tangled in the mischief
So in a nutshell I'm just
A sinner named Christian
But still they keep me spinnin' when
They drinkin' on they lonely
High rollin' like Jody, eyes open
Got stolen by this music shit
And I don't think I'm coming back
(what that is bro)
Everybody rockin' plaid we
Look like lumberjacks (straight up) , ayo
I smoke that weed while my
Grandmother's scarf comforts me
But you look ugly
And I ain't ever trippin' bout
The lack of company
Cause honestly I'm sittin' here
Alone quite comfortably
Depressed through this dimension
And I think I failed to mention
That I feel like I've
Been running outta seconds
Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
Followin' my dreams feel like
Followin' my death wish

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah ayo, let it go
Damn, damn damn, yo
Damn