Felt - Morris Day lyrics

Stepped inside this depth of a dive
With nothing but my breath and
This rep that I'm riding
Check around the room to get a fresh look
Most these names already in the guest book
So I'm gonna sit on my stool and sip solo
The missing half of a stack of ripped photos
If she don't know so, the odds are blowing up
Watch the word work, the gods are throwing up
I never had trouble with the lovable
Walk down that hill and fuck all the buffalo
And by the time I get
Done with the small town
Ashes of bridges and all the walls fall down
Sitting in the middle of dialogue
I know I'm not the brightest star
Otherwise I'd probably be one foot
Out the front entrance
Before one sentence even starts
Breathin - I'm leavin'
Don't need another reason to carry guilt
But she got a fair grill and she very built
Plus I like her smile and her eyes are wild
Should I try to inspire you to bite my style
Hold up - you can't take every
20 something back to the lab
Just to jelly up her belly button
No thank you, my name is Sean
Here's a dollar for the jukebox
- go play my song

Cause this type of shit happens every day
We all go to heaven, even enemies may
You better stay in your place
Where the memories play
I'm just trying to live life
Cool - Morris Day

On the B L O C, laying low key
Hair gettin' braided whilst I'm
Talking to the homie
OG, standing in the corner not talking
The little homie's sister wanna
Borrow my walkman it's front yard politics
We talk a lot of shit who we wanna fight
Broads that we're trying to hit
Kinda get bored so we bail to the store
Then we back, posted up for a few hours more
Now the homeboy cousin bring
His ass downstairs
Tryin' to spark some convo
But don't nobody care
Neither life or a square
I'm not even lookin'
No respect on the block cos he
A mark n a hoodie and I know this fool
Gonna say something sideways
The homeboy just start him out last Friday
Twenty years old, getting punked every Friday
Think that he hard cos he did time at YA
But my crew don't play
No time for discussion
Kept talkin' shit so my homeboy rushed him
Stomped him out in the grass
'til he had a concussion
Take ya ass in the house
Fool don't say nuttin'
As he walked up the stairs heard
Him cry through the screen door
Sucker ass chump
What he tryin' to make a scene for
Know that he heard me cos the window was open
So I talked even louder and we kept on jokin'