Felly - Talking to Myself lyrics
Christian Felner [Cfello]
[Felly - Talking to Myself lyrics]
Alright, alright, let's go
Yeah, something real, my heart's on sale
Ain't hurt nobody
But I still, can't get my fill
I wanna party and my ex, casting spells
'til I'm not sorry
All my tats, trace the years, upon my body
Bumpin' heads
My heart goes out to everybody
See their stares and I know deep down
That they could probably use an ear
And not someone to judge 'em like
They do in the mirror
And show 'em how to stop livin' in fear
Cut my dreams short, too far-fetched
Now you next, the woadie
Back and forth with the same bullshit
But you know I keep some hope
Wit' a flow like this
These days, baby, I need more than sex
The beats is digital
Bad bitches gettin' low
Rich homies gettin' woke
Oh, so now you spiritual?
Shouts to Black on gettin' me that
Critical advice that I needed
Most of y'all too defensive to receive it
Talkin' to myself, and it's got a lot to do
With me being me, and you being you
I got a lot of bread and I got a lot of hoes
So I ain't worried if my
Heart got some holes she gettin' off work
So I wait 'til they close
Just to pick her up and ask
Her how her day go
We can anywhere, just don't take me home
And the city's so big, never felt so alone
With a love like this
Girl we'll never go broke
In a whip this clean
I ain't never need soap
Know that this my path
I keep seeing fourfolds
Know that this my path
I keep seeing fourfolds
And by the way, I hope that we fuck tonight
I'm sick of wakin' up
Feeling like nothing's right
I pray to god, something like every night
That we make it happen
And my people come to life
I'm supposed to be on tour
Instead I be wearing a mask
Added to the mask that I was wearing
I'm gone in a flash the good news is
Good things don't come fast
So keep goin' forward
Cause you can't look back you know that
Talkin' to myself thinkin' what do I know
Nothin' ever helps
Everything is goin' fine, though
These days I do my best not to hurt nobody
These days I get so
Depressed tryna be somebody
Yeah (Something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real)
The woadie
(The woadie, the woadie, the woadie
The woadie)
Yeah, something real, my heart's on sale
Ain't hurt nobody
But I still, can't get my fill
I wanna party and my ex, casting spells
'til I'm not sorry
All my tats, trace the years, upon my body
Bumpin' heads
My heart goes out to everybody
See their stares and I know deep down
That they could probably use an ear
And not someone to judge 'em like
They do in the mirror
And show 'em how to stop livin' in fear
Cut my dreams short, too far-fetched
Now you next, the woadie
Back and forth with the same bullshit
But you know I keep some hope
Wit' a flow like this
These days, baby, I need more than sex
The beats is digital
Bad bitches gettin' low
Rich homies gettin' woke
Oh, so now you spiritual?
Shouts to Black on gettin' me that
Critical advice that I needed
Most of y'all too defensive to receive it
Talkin' to myself, and it's got a lot to do
With me being me, and you being you
I got a lot of bread and I got a lot of hoes
So I ain't worried if my
Heart got some holes she gettin' off work
So I wait 'til they close
Just to pick her up and ask
Her how her day go
We can anywhere, just don't take me home
And the city's so big, never felt so alone
With a love like this
Girl we'll never go broke
In a whip this clean
I ain't never need soap
Know that this my path
I keep seeing fourfolds
Know that this my path
I keep seeing fourfolds
And by the way, I hope that we fuck tonight
I'm sick of wakin' up
Feeling like nothing's right
I pray to god, something like every night
That we make it happen
And my people come to life
I'm supposed to be on tour
Instead I be wearing a mask
Added to the mask that I was wearing
I'm gone in a flash the good news is
Good things don't come fast
So keep goin' forward
Cause you can't look back you know that
Talkin' to myself thinkin' what do I know
Nothin' ever helps
Everything is goin' fine, though
These days I do my best not to hurt nobody
These days I get so
Depressed tryna be somebody
Yeah (Something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real)
The woadie
(The woadie, the woadie, the woadie
The woadie)