Felly - Good Wine lyrics
Christian Felner [Cfello]
[Felly - Good Wine lyrics]
Never used to fuck with the red
Til' I took a couple good
Bottles to the head
And now I'm bout that good wine
And good wine
Leaning off that good wine, and good wine
To be real I only paid ten dollars
But now my teeth red and
Every problem feel much smaller
Work my game as a scholar
Though I hate it don't bother
I'm on the top of the bottom
Make out and lay it down proper
Wish i could sleep through that snooze button
You know my eyes they ain't holding up
I been keeping my cool
They getting mad that I'm growing up
I've been saying me too
And I wish I could chill
Spend some time with my friends
Celebrate keeping it real
I'm bout to pour a few
Glasses till I'm off axis
Wake up to rap practice stomach
Full a fat bastard
I got some friends who would jump
In front of pistols for me
So I ain't trippin homie if I
Die they sip it for me
Pumpin Bob Dylan, rollin
Down the street with my homies
He steady smoke blowing
Out the window I love it and Imma keep going
It ain't too fun to remember
So keep me bumping forever
Life just get better and better i said I
Never used to fuck with the red
Til' I took a couple good
Bottles to the head
And now I'm bout that good wine
And good wine
Leaning off that good wine, and good wine
Come on yeah shalalalala la
My voice is so damn raspy it's like Jon-
Jonathan Canary Bananski
You made my world turn
Third person I'm emerging
Looking for some sea urchins
Looking for Steve Irwin, rest in peace
I need to go get my car leased
And rent a Jeep, yeah
That's what I need, yeah so raspy, yeah
The Great's of Gatsby, yeah so damn frasky
Randy Martins ass cheeks, yeah
Til' I took a couple good
Bottles to the head
And now I'm bout that good wine
And good wine
Leaning off that good wine, and good wine
To be real I only paid ten dollars
But now my teeth red and
Every problem feel much smaller
Work my game as a scholar
Though I hate it don't bother
I'm on the top of the bottom
Make out and lay it down proper
Wish i could sleep through that snooze button
You know my eyes they ain't holding up
I been keeping my cool
They getting mad that I'm growing up
I've been saying me too
And I wish I could chill
Spend some time with my friends
Celebrate keeping it real
I'm bout to pour a few
Glasses till I'm off axis
Wake up to rap practice stomach
Full a fat bastard
I got some friends who would jump
In front of pistols for me
So I ain't trippin homie if I
Die they sip it for me
Pumpin Bob Dylan, rollin
Down the street with my homies
He steady smoke blowing
Out the window I love it and Imma keep going
It ain't too fun to remember
So keep me bumping forever
Life just get better and better i said I
Never used to fuck with the red
Til' I took a couple good
Bottles to the head
And now I'm bout that good wine
And good wine
Leaning off that good wine, and good wine
Come on yeah shalalalala la
My voice is so damn raspy it's like Jon-
Jonathan Canary Bananski
You made my world turn
Third person I'm emerging
Looking for some sea urchins
Looking for Steve Irwin, rest in peace
I need to go get my car leased
And rent a Jeep, yeah
That's what I need, yeah so raspy, yeah
The Great's of Gatsby, yeah so damn frasky
Randy Martins ass cheeks, yeah